The fight on the stage was getting more and more intense. Harry had been relentless in his offense, forcing Sylvia to fall back again and again.
The more I watched, the more I felt like my heart was being used as a punching bag. Harry didn't restrain his strength at all. He knew Sylvia's weakness very well and mercilessly directed his blows at it.
He punched Sylvia in the belly again, making her bend down.
I looked away as I couldn't bear to watch the fight anymore. I became more and more irritable, and I couldn't sit still.