As a boxer, there were several facts of life one often had to live by. Your fists are lethal weapons in some, if not all, lands, and people thought you were predictable due to the singular style of combat that you employed. Hands only.

Cho was several strides back, but that advantage, that distance, was nothing. A speed boxer, one like Tre'Yan, could cross the distance in half a second using footwork called Dash. He knew he had to end the fight soon, and that his opponent was reeling from the nearly missed shot. Oh, had that uppercut connected, Tre'Yan would be walking away. 

There were sixteen of him now, the limit of his Speed Hell, but that would have to be enough. 

Cho was circling, putting himself in movement was smart, but it was also a playing field in which Tre'Yan was a avid practicioner. 

The execution of Speed Hell was one of timing, patience, and most of all, perfection. Tre'Yan was suited for the three. 

He would need to name it something else, but for now it was time for the Execution of Bones. 

Attack.

Tre'Yan seemingly came in at full-bore, ducking to the low and left, aiming right straight slightly off-center center body.

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A split second later, Tre'Yan was high, right hook to the left chin of Cho.

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Almost simultaneous, he was in close. Uppercut, chin of Cho.

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Before the uppercut was finished, he was back, two rights flying forward for the body. 

Then he was right, the whole left side of Cho, a right straight.

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Tre'Yan, honest and for true, came in like a ballistic missle from his own left, inside the guard, aiming what he hoped would the knockout blow, an absolutely vicious right hook to the face of Cho. His muscles had coiled like snakes, ready to unleash their payload and now it was time. Perhaps his last chance to end it.

All his preparation had been for this. His arm might have been dead, but his lower body wasn't, and by the way Cho was just a fee moments before, his legs were nearly in the casket already.