A/N: Anyone who has kicked an elbow knows that it really hurts.
Punch, block, strike, dodge, kick, retreat, advance. It was like a game of tag, only with hands and feet; yet even though neither of the two combatants were actually trying to hurt one another, it did not stop them from placing a great deal of power into every attack.
Izzy was busy watching them, as he sat out being the only person without a sparring partner until they switched. He was taking the time to catch his breath, but it meant he could watch the other pairs as they fought.
The couple in particular, Joe and TK, seemed to be running all over the floor as TK attacked, being a significantly more aggressive fighter than Joe, from what it looked like. Joe on the other hand was blocking all of these fairly easily, occasionally dodging or sneaking in an attack of his own.
Then, in one movement, Joe lifted his leg to kick, just as TK moved in one direction and came in to attack –
Joe's pained yell echoed throughout the room.
TK stopped immediately and grabbed Joe's shoulder, as the older boy stood with all his weight on one foot, wincing at the other.
"Joe! Your foot, what happened?" TK asked as he helped him over to the wall. "It was my elbow, wasn't it?"
Joe winced, limping as he relied on TK for support. "Yeah… it was. It went right between the first and second metatarsals. I kicked hard too. Oh pain…"