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

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

Zectoll felt his foot collide with Lomen's arm, the blow throwing his brother off balance, sending him tumbling away once again. His dexterity and speed had proved to be critical in this bout, he landed lightly on his feet after delivering the kick. Zectoll used this brief moment of separation to recover as well, reforming his guard and readying his stance. He eyed Lomen intensely, preparing for the next onslaught his brother would bring to bare. Lomen began to  charge at him, darting from left to right. It seemed that Lomen was going for an all out attack. A wide grin appeared on Zectoll's face, as he realized that Lomen's fighting spirit was much like his own. Zectoll was prepared, his stance and guard ready, he would accept Lomen's fighting spirit. He would not run from Lomen's risky attack, he would meet it with his own, two fighting spirits colliding. 

As Lomen dashed towards him, right knee outstretched, Zectoll threw a powerful jab, putting as much speed and power into the blow as he could muster. The reach of his arm was longer than Lomen's knee, and with Lomen committing his full body-weight to the attack, Zectoll doubted his brother would be able to change course in time to dodge the blow. Excitement coursed through him as his fist flew, a look of intensity on his face, a low growl escaping his lips, confident that his jab would land true preventing Lomen's knee attack from landing with full force. Though he felt that Lomen's endurance was very great, he imagined that the force of his jab combined with the momentum of Lomen's dash would be enough to end the bout. 



 
[hider=Goblins] [@The 4 winds][@Jangel13][/hider]