His opponent, an accomplished MMA fighter, had nearly rocked his dome with a powerful uppercut. Tre'yan would not soon forget that, and so, as he quickly shifted stances he began watching his opponent. Jake, the MMA fighter, had a very distinct advantage over Tre'Yan, and that came down to a simple matter of sport. Tre'Yan was a boxer, through and through. Jake was an MMA man, and thus, was trained in not only punches, but kicks and grappling. If the fight ever went to ground, Tre'Yan would be in a horrible position. He had only one option. 

Keep the match one between the hands. A pure boxing match. 

Tre'Yan watched his opponent over his fists, which was - in hindsight - probably not the best position to take. Jake moved, and Tre'Yan caught the movement of the right side of Jake's body, and reacted quickly. He leapt in the same direction the kick was coming, as well as slightly back. The toes of his opponent barely missed his legs. Yet it was all the time he needed. 

In the ring, he was an artist, it seemed as though he could move anywhere in the ring at anytime. It was his home. No later than he landed, he was already dashing in, attempting the avoid the lifted leg. Having never fought an MMA fighter, he hoped that the man would have a limited range of motion until he could right his leg. He quickly closed the distance, and aimed a vicious, sharp right hook towards Jake's ribs. His body rottated into the attempt, using his powerful legs to provide the extra oomph he wanted to add.

Assuming Jake was unable to get a proper footing, Tre'Yan was betting that any retalitory blow from the right would be underpowered, and slower, granting him a swifter dodge, and if lucky an opening for a counter blow that would use that momentum against him. However, he kept his left hand up, ready to intercept any incoming blow his opponent might devise from that side.