The left jabs, swift and sure, grazed one another allowing each fighter to feel the power of the punches. Ranged, exploratory shots fired in what might turn into a longer fight. Jake shrugged up his shoulder as he shifted, the smaller Tre’yan following suit. Slide and drag, each moved to their right. Jake was surprised, not by the speed, that was a given. No, he was surprised that smaller man had lashed out with his left. 

Jake realized that Tre’yan was a right hand dominate fighter. He had given himself away with his step forward on his left foot that that left jab. Natural southpaws would lead and jab with their right as it was the lead hand and foot. However Tre’yan had not, he struck out with a much longer and slower shot with his left hand, which was closer to his body. 

With explosively fast hands the smaller man again launched a quick combo with his left hand. Jake pulled back slightly in a beautifully executed classic pull defense and as the left hand withdrew he followed it with a quick step-inside with his right foot.  Since Tre’yan was moving forward with his left they would meet. 

Jake’s right hand dipped down in a fraction of a second then exploded into a lead upper-cut to the left side of Tre’yan’s head.  It was a blur of motion as both men moved simultaneously towards one another, Jake’s right foot and Tre’yan’s left.  The lead right upper-cut should come as a surprise as nothing had given it away.  His right arm crooked at a 90-degree angle, never fully extended as he didn’t need to. After all, his target was coming to him. The shot should by virtue of their movements rocket up and inside the right of Tra’yan, striking somewhere on the under-left side of the man’s jaw.  The blow while punishing most likely would not knock out Tre’yan but it would serve notice that he was not in the ring with a novice, but a skilled boxer as well. 

Jake had taken the southpaw stance now.