There was a flaw in the Speed Hell, Execution of Bones, whatever Tre'Yan wanted to call the move. The name didn't matter, the devil was in the details. If an opponent was brave, so very brave, and weathered the inclement storm, then he had a high chance of etiher dying from whatever hit he messed around and took, or knowing exactly how to counter.

Which was Cho?

Judging by the knife that now protruded deep in his chest, Cho was the latter. Or, rather, he was very Ultimate Opporuntunist, ala the Rated R Superstar Edge. 

See, Cho maintained his composure, even in his addled state, and timed the jutting of his knife perfectly for a hit that would have likely knocked him out right then in there. But, how it happened was not the way Tre'Yan intended. Cho took a step in, Tre'Yan was committed. Cho extended his knife in a short space. Tre'Yan was committed. Cho took a blow on his shoulder, and was knocked slightly off balance, and well, Tre'Yan was now married to a vicious Ka-Bar buried in his chest, presumably to the hilt. 

The momentum, of course, would in theory take the both off their feet - with the off-balance Cho, and the forward rushing Tre'Yan. It didn't matter though, because, he was a Boxer, and a knife was now penetrating his chest cavity. The same knife that killed his left arm, and the same one that was making his world go dark.

Without accounting for Cho, and whatever befall him, Tre'Yan slumped forward using his body as a prop. Either way, unless Cho had moved, he wouldn't hit the ground. 

Tre'Yan, in all likelihood, wouldn't make it to his second sanctioned fight. He had thought wrong. Dyayun wasn't a sanctioned fight. It was a call out. He was a fight booty call, and he had lost. Funny what you thought about when you were dying. 

The Raeym Corporation always won. If he died, then they'd just replace him. Dyayun was a prime target. Blood thirsty, and always willing to be as destructive as possible.

The ghosts were loud, louder than eh remembered them at any other point in the fight. They were also fading, the gate was opening, and Tre'Yan was either dying, or something close to it.

Good fight, unnnamed assassin.... good damn fight. I got you good. Hahaha. Man, this world is tough. So very tough.

It was dark. Tre'Yan hadn't said a word.