[ That hesitation again, that look of uncertainty crosses his face, but he takes a deep breath, nodding again.
He circles around, as much to find an opening as to stall for time to steel his nerves, but at last, he rushes forward, and for a little while, he seems a little more confident, moves with a little more purpose and determination, but it flags, soon enough. Peter has always been fast, and even the loss of himself couldn't change that; what it could change was the way he used that speed. In the early days, Peter was a little more reckless, would fall for easy feints because he took too many chances – most of the time it meant Gamora would flip him onto his back, but in the later days, he could sometimes recover and keep the round going.
Now, he uses that speed to dance back, focused on dodging, on guarding, not because he's afraid of hurting Gamora, but because he's cautious, because he thinks too long on his moves instead of trusting his instincts and reflexes.
Inevitably, Gamora gains the upper hand, throwing him to the ground.
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He circles around, as much to find an opening as to stall for time to steel his nerves, but at last, he rushes forward, and for a little while, he seems a little more confident, moves with a little more purpose and determination, but it flags, soon enough. Peter has always been fast, and even the loss of himself couldn't change that; what it could change was the way he used that speed. In the early days, Peter was a little more reckless, would fall for easy feints because he took too many chances – most of the time it meant Gamora would flip him onto his back, but in the later days, he could sometimes recover and keep the round going.
Now, he uses that speed to dance back, focused on dodging, on guarding, not because he's afraid of hurting Gamora, but because he's cautious, because he thinks too long on his moves instead of trusting his instincts and reflexes.
Inevitably, Gamora gains the upper hand, throwing him to the ground.
Again. ]