Round 3

Zar’Tir
JP with Omni and Lorem

Gonyaul reset himself and gave a deep exhale, his eyes never leaving Macaidon and his concentration digging deep to control his breath to his body’s advantage.

Machaidon waved him closer, ready for another round, and the crowd pushed Gonyaul forward, right into the path of Machaidons muscular arm. He would have been close-lined into the sand, but he slid under by an inch at the last second. Both contenders turned toward one another.

Once again, Machaidon started in. Gonyaul managed to deflect most of the blows, but one clipped his shoulder, spinning him around outside the fighting area overhang. He used the momentum to flip over a low fence made of latticed reeds adjacent to the ocean-carved stone, landing in a crouch. Machaidon vaulted over the fence after him, his eyes wild with determination. The crowd began to migrate in pursuit of the fight on the move.
Undeterred, Macaidon pressed on, his attacks becoming more relentless. He launched into a series of high and low strikes, trying to force Gonyaul to make a mistake. The crowd watched intently, the tension palpable.
Seeing an opportunity, Macaidon attempted to grapple Gonyaul, hoping to use his superior strength to overpower him. He lunged forward, trying to get a firm hold on Gonyaul’s arm, but Gonyaul once again used the momentum to his advantage, swinging Machaidon around and past himself.

The fight moved through the nearby vicinity, Gonyaul using every obstacle to his advantage. He climbed up and over a stack of barrels, dodging as Macaidon smashed through them in pursuit. He swung from a low-hanging beam jutting from a hut, flipping over Macaidon's head and landing behind him once more.

But Macaidon was relentless. He pressed forward, his attacks becoming more unpredictable and savage. He grabbed a nearby fishing rod and swung it in a wide arc, forcing Gonyaul to dive to the ground. Gonyaul rolled to his feet, but Macaidon was already upon him, fists flying.

Gonyaul dodged and weaved, his breath coming faster as he tried to keep up with Macaidon's unrelenting assault. His movements became a blur, his body bending and twisting in ways that seemed almost impossible; sometimes comical. But despite his best efforts, Macaidon’s attacks began to find their mark.

A glancing blow to his left side, while blocked, sent a jolt of force through Gonyaul's body. He stumbled back, only to be met with a powerful kick that caught him in the thigh as he used his leg to redirect the force, sending him sprawling. He rolled to his feet again, but Macaidon pressed on.

Finally, with a roar of triumph, Macaidon brought around a powerful roundhouse kick toward Gonyaul’s chest. The blow struck Gonyaul’s defending arms and drove them back square in his chest, sending him off his feet and flying backward. He hit the ground hard.

The crowd gasped as Gonyaul lay still for a moment, the impact echoing in their ears. Mahcaidon put a sandy foot on Gonyaul’s chest, staring down and shaking his head at him in disappointment, before turning and parading himself around, trying to hype up the crowd of his kin.