[@Doc Doctor]

Instinctually it seemed Aries had no taste for sand. He was indeed successfully tripped. Though, his fall wasn’t violent, but rather smooth instead. The moment Charlie’s foot reached Aries’, his weight had shifted forward, which stimulated Aries to innately bare out his forearms to protect his face. He was determined to not eat sand. Combined with the intuitive human reflex to guard his face, was also Aries’ training. While falling forward, it was revealed that his forward momentum was completely turned into a combat roll that steered to Charlie’s right. The man aimed to not only strike Charlie’s right leg and knock him over via his roll, but to offer the opportunity of a reset in position three mesley feet away from him. Aries' would have been still crouched, facing his adversary with his southpaw dukes up. This simple maneuver of his Aries' should have been tricky enough to evade since he was practically under Charlie. 

[i]Third time's the charm,[/i] Aries thought sardonically. 

There was plenty of musty sand to go around. He already had his serving full with sand being sprinkled all over his tracksuit from his ground maneuvers. He had to of smelled like iron by now. The stench was almost enough to distract him from the throb within his foot.