A slight shock went through Dyayun as his punch went long, and ended up catching Tre'Yan back behind the ear. It was known as a Rabbit Punch, and it had been instilled in him, as well as many other would be boxers that it was a highly illegal punch. It could cause significant damage to a person's mental state. 

Thankfully there was no referee here to call him on the accidental hit. Even he, a villian in the eyes of many between the ropes and outside them, wouldn't want to catch a victory like that. 

Another thing that caused a shock was the speed at which he moved. He hadn't asked for the infamous 'Speed Hell', and was almost certain that he hadn't actually moved at a speed high enough to constitute it. Dyayun was perfectly fine contributing it to his reflexes than any sort of magical enchancement. Either way, he'd have to go back to Joseph, the Imaginist, who had returned him to life and shown him to the man who taught him Sekki, [b]Alexandro 'The Hunter' Cabanro[/b], and put hands on him. The smarmy mute bastard had added more to the deal. 

Tre'Yan's voice cut through his thoughts. 

Dyayun looked across at the man, and did a significant guts pose; left hand raised in the air, left side of his body exposed. "That was for killing me." Dyayun literally growled out towards Tre'Yan, before returning back to the stance he adopted earlier - switch hitter. He didn't like the rabbit punch, but what could he say? Appearances.  

Tre'yan was close, very close and that was what Dyayun had wanted since the start of the bout. Maybe Rabbit Punching wasn't so bad after all. Tre'yan's fists came like a bullet! The first was a left jab that Dyayun barely managed to block by shifting his right side to the fore. Damn it, that hurt! He dropped the hand, seemingly under the guise that the pain had overwhelmed him. 

The second shot, however, was a dozy. Dipping up inside his left guard, the unavoidable shot collided heavily with his chin. For a moment, Dyayun wasn't afraid to admit, he may have went blank - working purely off intuition and honed skill to keep on his feet. Had another shot came like that to follow up, however, Dyayun would have been flat on his back. 

He had to prevent that. 

Life came back to his eyes as though they'd never left and his left hand, in keeping in tune with the right, dropped down like his guard had been broken. 

Alas, it wasn't. Dyayun stepped in with a vengeance. Hunched over, still, from the first blow that came, his attack was aimed low. His right came first, arching in a hooking fashion to the left side of Tre'yan's body, a slight upward angle to place it right below the ribs. As though there were a mirror, albeit a slightly slower mirror, the left would come in within a fraction of a second, still slower than Tre'Yan, however, and aim to place a blow under the right side of Dyayun's ribs. 

While Tre'yan had always had the speed, Dyayun had the power and these two blows were designed to cut down on several things. Taking out the body affected the legs and with Tre'Yan being an outboxer by nature, his legs were what he needed. In an in-fight that was doubly important. Power in an in-fight came from the sturdy base, Dyayun had that- but did Tre'Yan have enough training on the lower body to withstand two hammers cutting into him? 

It was all a set up, however, hoping to break down Tre'Yan's guard for a vicious right hook that would set up the end.