[h1][center][color=orange]Zectoll[/color][/center][/h1]

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[i]Day 4:Duel of Goblins, continued[/i]

His left fist hit squarely into Lomen's chest, resounding off as his right fist flew forward, barely missing as Lomen evaded the blow out . Zectoll could feel the rhythm of the fight intensifying, and he would not let the beat fall in tempo. He began to press Lomen, aggressively moving in. He could see that Lomen was going for another heavy hit, but Zectoll pressed on, his guard up ready to take the blow in order to get inside Lomen's guard. Zectoll began to attempt to access the stream of consciousness that had flowed within him earlier in the day, gifting him the knowledge of unarmed fighting, his mind praying to whatever higher power he subconsciously felt he was connected with. Lomen's heavy strike flew, not from the right, but from the left. Fully anticipating to take the strike, the blow landed against Zectoll's guard heavily, stopping his advancement. The force of the blow flowed through him, breaking his guard. 

Unable to continue forward and reeling from the heavy strike Zectoll barely glimpsed the sweeping of Lomen's legs just in time to tuck his own legs underneath him, rolling to the side, feigning as if he had truly been tripped, using the maneuver and momentum of the heavy strike to deftly roll  springing up behind Lomen and using the force of the roll to perform a side kick aimed at Lomen's midsection. The kick was a mirror of what Lomen had done, only aimed higher up on the body.

 
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