The early goings of a match had a tendency to be slow, both fighters testing the waters and seeing how the opponent reacts to different things. Often this was not the case in a Dyayun boxing match; ever the aggessor, he would use his brute strength to batter and bully his opponents into submission. Or in the case of a boxing match, knock out. 

But no, this time, he would slowly the lay the trap for Tre'Yan this time, leading him to right where he wanted him. 

He noticed the change in stance from his opponent, and ceased his movements. His breathing slowed, his body tensed and his hand stopped. Muscles lining his entire arm were ready to unleash a devestating blow - but it was all preparation for the finish he sought. 

Both fighters watched each other a moment, and an entire lifetime passed within those moments. 

Snap!

Such was the speed and power behnd the set up jab that a lesser man might have been, at the very least, knocked on his backside for a count of three or four. But Dyayun was no ordinary man. 

The hit was nothing more than a mere range checker, and Dyayun was just inside that range - enough to feel the pressure from the hit as it connected. If anything, it was exploratory, and Dyayun would begin his own research. His right foot was just ahead of his left, his right hand in the lead. 

As the jab connected, Dyayun braved the blow and immediately followed the hand with his own left, aiming to slam his opponent with an uppercut. His left foot slid forward. It was all intent. The move seemed to have all the intention of a high power, sudden uppercut aimed towards the upper center of Tre'Yan. His chin. 

The hit wouldn't make it past the shoulder stage - as the move was a feint. Tre'yan's next move would dictate what Dyayun would do; the possibilities were endless.