A perverse smile flickered a moment. The impact was powerful, punishing and Jake knew the measure of his opponent. Tre’Yan was tough, tougher than most, but that glancing punch told Jake all he needed to know. 

Move and counter; follow-up and punishment.  The fight game was a decidedly macabre dance. As Tre’Yan stepped back, switching stances, Jake struck again. Sliding his left foot forward, he hunched his shoulders a tad. The right foot was in motion, moving towards the 12 position,  Jake was coming still. However instead of planting the foot continued in a side-swing action, the shin headed for the lead thigh of Tre’Yan. 

It was an MMA move, a switch kick towards an opponent’s thigh. It was a punishing blow. It was designed to sap the strength of the person hit. Take away your opponents legs and you take away their ability to generate power. Take away their power and you win. 

If the blow hit it, it might weaken Tre’Yan. It might cause him to rethink his choice to engage in this fight. Of course it might just make him mad. Either way it would be painful since Jake’s shins were hardened after years of Muay Thai training. The point of impact would be just above and inside of the knee on the lead leg of Tre’Yan. 

The advantage of legs was an obvious one, they provided greater striking range. Jake being taller by three inches would use any advantage he could garner. He had seen film on Tre’Yan. His fists were devastating in-close. But he was not adept at kicks or sweeps. Was it dirty? Perhaps the true boxing fans might think so, but this was a mixed bout, kicks and sweeps were allowed.