It was the sweet science in effect as both punches had done their job, both had shown Dayayun that Tre’Yan had not lost hand speed. As the second punch landed there was a moment when Tre’Yan believed that the larger fighter had faded.  Without waiting Tre’Yan stepped in and clenched with the larger fighter, holding him up , whispering in is his ear, “Time to die . . .Again.” 

With that, Tre’Yan fired a deadly combination at Dyayun. Incredibly fast right hands, striking the body, and then the head of the larger fighter as Tre’Yan stepped away, his left hand readied. As second right hook pulled back, Tre’Yan fired a swift, straight left at the chin of Dyayun. This was a finishing combo, one designed to end the fight.

The speed of the combination established the smaller fighter as the faster man, and in any arena in the multiverse it would most likely end the fight. However the lager fighter was resilient and smart. It was probably the one thing that would allow him to detect the weakness in this attack. Two right hands, striking the body and the face, followed by a left, a fighter able to weather the storm would have a clear and open shot for an uppercut. Swift and sure the blow would in a fraction of a second hit the target. 

But Tre’Yan, so sure of his speed threw caution to the wind in an effort to end this fight.