The words whispered by Tre'Yan lit a fire under the belly of Dyayun, the man simply had to die and there was nothing to be done for it. Had he simply kept his mouth shut the fight would have progressed, but the combination of the taunt and the clenching, well, that caused the non-existent blood within him to boil and boil as his anger raged out. 

Before he could react, he was rocked by a shot to the body and to the head; Tre'Yan was using his superior hand speed to get in for the kill, even at this close range. Attempting to keep the fight at a distance was always the plan for Tre'Yan, but today, there would be no distance, not for the duration of the fight. 

Dyayun's eyes darted towards Tre'Yan, his head dipping just a tad. The left rocketed towards him, his shoulders sliding upward, left hand tucked in close to the body, after the two rights that thudded into his body.

Oh Tre'Yan, for all the promise you possessed, you had to choice this moment to show your arrogance. 

With his right hand just outside the left of his opponent, Dyayun allowed his shoulders to do the work. His opponents left hand's blow was absorbed by the lifted shoulders. 

In truth, Dyayun didn't think Tre'Yan realized what exactly happened, where he had went wrong. Dyayun did, and that was why he had been champion, and that his loss against Tre'Yan was a fluke, as was his death. 

Taking the smallest of breaths, Dyayun dropped his left shoulder, and rolled it to the fore, down and up. The resultant attack was an explosive uppercut, aimed to cut off the right hook that Tre'Yan had aimed to throw. Dyayun didn't hesitate, there was no feint - the uppercut was designed to harness all the power he could spare for his left arm, especially considering the good bit of damage he had suffered as recently as a few hits back. 

The uppercut was a set up to the finisher Dyayun would set up, even if he couldn't make use of Sekki. The goal was simple, blow Tre'Yan's head back and put it in position for the right hook. No sooner than the Uppercut would land, Dyayun would step in and release his right hand and all it's vengeful fury into a single right hook that was aimed at Tre'Yan's chin. 

Good night, sweet Prince; 
Beware the King of Boxing;
Beware the Dyayun.