This one was antsy, mouthy too. He reminded him so much of Dyayun, the startling boxer who fought to injure, maim, and ultimately kill if he could. Tre'Yan continued to hop on the balls of his feet, watching the man with intensity. As sudden as it were the man attack, using a single quick shot to, presumably, test the waters. He would soon learn the error of his ways. 

Tre'Yan was a trained boxer, taught to hit and avoid being hit at all costs, a softball attack like that would normally not find it's mark, and this was no different. When his opponent attacked, the boxer swayed his body back. His opponent would find, perhaps unsurprisingly that his blow would find no purchase on the bones or a dead man, but what would come next could probably be consider a pinnacle of his ability. 

With the man finding wind and not flesh, Tre'Yan used the momentum from his sway to do two, almost simultaneous things. The first was to right himself, while the second came right after. He would match fire with fire, he thought, as he instinctively fired off a right handed shot of his own. The boy had closed the distance a significant amount in his haste, and for that, he was even more inside the range of Tre'Yan. 

It could not be helped, the former champion would not let many chances slide, and though his thrown jab was strong, it was meant to be more of a return volley. For that reason, he did not follow it up with his monstrous left hand, which could hit harder than his right. 

How would the man react to the follow up attack coming so quickly, and with such trained power behind it. Would be fall for the trap left, or switch his style to keep Tre'Yan on his toes. It mattered little, this was a win he was determined capture. 

(You did good with your first two posts. You have a clear attack and a fall back. You also didn't try and get too cute with a bunch of different attacks. My attack, also, was simple. A right handed shot. )