There are times, after taking a overhand rainbow shot to the jaw and chin where even a veteran fighter can forget that range is a factor of many things, the main component and arguably the only one that matters, is the length of a fighters arm. In this case, Dyayun had underestimated his own range, and connected with the jab that he sent to test the range. An inexperienced fighter would have took this as a sign to switch to a favorable style or follow up with something massive, but against Tre'Yan that would have been a death sentence. 

Well, Dyayun supposed, he didn't have to worry about dying. But losing, well, that was worse. In their last bout, there had been no quarter given to either fighter, so even though he lost - he lost on his feet. He died. Tre'Yan survived. And in their state now of Undeath, Tre'Yan would just have to kill him again if he wanted to win. Could Tre'Yan, the sweet young boxer with all the potential in the world, with all the skill in the world, with all the heart in the world, be able to take another life. 

He might not be able too.

Dyayun, on the other hand, could. 

The jab, even exploratory, was packed with power and connected even though Tre'Yan did what he could to prevent the maximum damage he could have sustained. The blow still had an effect, and Tre'Yan, whose footwork and speed were paramount to his success had been given a flutter in his knees. Something like that was crucial, as it meant he was affecting the legs of his opponent, which would drastically cut down how quick the man was on his toes. That would be another advantage if Dyayun could get the fight in close. 

There was no time for celebration, as just a moment later, a left uppercut rocketed into his body, just under his right rib cage. He didn't know what Tre'Yan was thinking, but if it were along the lines of an unexpected punch hurting, then it was right on the money. 

Without time to register the blow properly, another jab was coming - this time from the right - his left. His body dodged to the left side, on the outside of the blow - with a quickness that was quick, but was not a match for the quickness Tre'Yan would have been able to unleash. He could literally feel the wind cutting across his cheek. 

A boxer was trained to attack whenever the guard was down and Dyayun was no different, even if he hated the concept of what many considered 'true boxing.' That training had led to what Dyayun hoped would be what he needed to unlock his ability to use Sekki. With his dodge, he pivoted the right side of his body, using the balls of his feet to turn, and his hips for added measure and rocketed off a vicious straight right to the face of Tre'Yan. He could feel it, this was the punch he was looking for - something that packed a wallop.