[i]A fighter that used his head might use such a chance to back away and evaluate any vulnerabilities. Zande fought not with intelligence but instinct. Without missing a beat he'd let the momentum of his swing carry him after his opponent, turning full around and taking a single massive left step in pursuit to close the distance, not intending to allow the man to even stand up from his roll. Relentless, fast, scarcely even thinking. Upon nearing Zachary, the tribesman would screw his heels into the ground and twist his torso towards his foe, putting the full heft of his lean body into a left-handed blow of such ferocious vehemence that even if the savage tool were blocked, the raw force would send the knight sprawling to the ground as if clubbed by the swing of a major league hitter. Zande's gaunt face was contorted in demonic emotion, lips pursed and eyes lethally sharp as he really, as the pros say, "put his ass into it". The knight would probably be in the process of turning around and rising up from his crouch when the headhunter rushed upon him, the attack aimed for the shield if Zachary were facing mostly away, or the sword arm if not.[/I]