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[i]The firing of the blowgun hadn't been restrictive at all of what his poised right hand was doing, as he could maneuver the direction he was aiming with his head whilst completing the interception. There'd not be so much difficulty in maneuvering around her axe head, as its blade was presumably flying at him rather than the broad, given that it'd have taken his arm had he not leaned [b]towards[/b] her attack, in her attack's direction, closer to Abbey and the weapon she was swinging at him, ect, ect, thus putting him into a position to easily reach what needed to be reached. It was also worth noting how impressively long his arms were, with an astounding 84.5" fighting reach

Zande hadn't been faster, per say, though his timing had been impressive and he was, undoubtedly, a monster with dynamically powerful blows alluded to resemble those of a 'lumberjack on pcp'. He'd been anticipating her attack quite clearly, having prepped his axe, ready to counter, rather than simply swing it without a second thought. It was best to think of it this way. In terms of reach, she was moving her weapon from before her head to Zande's, a significant distance more than that between Zande's axe and the shaft of Abby's polearm by the time it reached its target, considering Zande's own axe would be within several inches of his head. It'd been a genuine strong attack, not a semi-immobile clothing dummy swing where only the arm moves and the body stays where it is, not angling at all. He'd have used his range of motion to its greatest extent to both reach his target and do so with enough power for his attack to be, as designated, a [b]full swing[/b]. 

Little needed to be said elsewise of his stepping away, as she'd only just sidestepped to the right and to move immediately back towards him, to the point of getting him within reach of her right hand, she'd need to weave hard and on short notice in the opposite direction towards Zande once again. For Zande with his solid footing and his quite original idea of keeping her in axe-whackin' range, it'd be less a matter of timing and prediction than speed, in particular considering how he'd made the initial move backwards and were she at so considerable an angle from him that he'd have to be superhuman to reach her polearm shaft, she'd be at odds to alter her momentum on the spot to dart after him under normal circumstances. Regardless, he was wary of how unusually prepared she'd been for his blow gun, and wasn't about to second guess what she was planning to do with her hidden hand.

Still, she was something else, the first one in a long time to rival his jungle man agility. Without skidding on the sand she abruptly altered her momentum and shot after Zande's legs like a cannonball. He was far from off in Lala Land, though, but her unusual technique did take him off guard and make him fall forwards. Rather than try to hold onto the weapons, Zande let them drop to either side and caught himself quite professionally on both hands, eyes wide this time with genuine surprise, not faked. That being said, he didn't pause for a moment. Abby's technical flaw was this; in an ankle lock you should make sure your own legs are wound about the opponent's captured limb so that can't bend their knee. Zande half-bent hard and fast at the knees to get his main mass and fat ass closer to Abbey, launching a wicked fart at her without hesitation or mercy, screaming at the top of his lungs. He'd then drop to his left forearm for stability as he raked his right hand through the sand and cast it hard behind him whilst peering over his right shoulder, seeking to peg the sand into her eyes when she released his right foot. There were a few reasons for this, and one of them was that he didn't want her to see his right hand summarily haul a large serrated knife from his belt a few seconds later, though he'd not be able to immediately use it, and his ankle may have been trashed by then if she went ahead and devoted herself to breaking it.

Wait. What? Did he actually fart at her? Yes, he did, and it smelled of rancid bananas and dead meat. Unholy shit.

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