The jab made contact. It was to Tre’Yan’s surprise that the jab had made contact. Further surprise was the fact that Dyayun was coming in, to launch an uppercut.  The uppercut, a deadly punch and if mastered properly was one of the most punishing punches in a fighter’s arsenal. 

A great uppercut was hard to see, and in close range gave the fighter who mastered it, often a decided advantage. The problem was, they were not close. No, Tre’Yan had done what he was good at, firing fast jackhammer jabs at range.  Dyayun took the shot and came in to throw an uppercut. Because he was coming in the shot was telegraphed, hell a novice boxer could have seen it coming. 

To properly execute an upper cut, the body has to turn in a little for the blow to rocket up into the body or chin. This move must happen to execute an uppercut.  Even a feint as apparently what Dyayun was employing. It was a bad move. As mention previously most boxers threw the uppercut incorrectly. An uppercut takes the fighters body in a particular way, momentarily dropping the guard and leaving the fighter using it open to counterpunches. A proper uppercut is a short, crisp punch that comes from a deadly angle with a lot of force. This was not what Dyayun did, he actually pulled back, stopping the action like an indecisive fighter. 

However his body was open for the counter punching that Tre’Yan was known for. The left hand came back into guard. In a flash the right hand rocketed forward, Dyayun's left was exposed by the feint. A feint at distance, leaving the left side of the chin exposed to the deadly right hand.  They were at medium range now and the punch would hit like a freight train. 

Tre’Yan loved this punch. It was one of his favorite punches and Dyayun offered himself up for it. The smaller champion pivoted his back foot, while rotating his hips and shoulders. His hand came up in a rainbow over what would have been a guard had not Dyayun tried some sort of fumbled uppercut that brought him range of this punch. 

It was lighting fast as the gloved hand rotated opening the face of the knuckles to strike the left chin and jaw of Dyayun flush. Tre’yan would hit with malice and intent to punch through the other man’s jaw and head if possible. The move was fast, and if the blow hit it would already be snaking back to a guard.  The fight was now on as they say. If Dyayun wanted to pussy foot and get a text book boxing lesson he would be happy to oblige him.