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By the time Trition was able to gain a firm grasp, X had come back to his sences. He was worried for a moment when his arms were bending the wrong way, but when the grasp was redirected to his shoulders he felt at ease. Another head blow, but this one would not catch him nearly as open as the last had. His head was hard, both figuratively and literally, and he met Tritions skull with the brunt of his forehead. The outcome would be no less then the sudden sting of mutual migraines, but probably little more.

Gritting his teeth, he was not about to let this holy fighter take advantage of his current position. With a hold on his shoulders and not his arms, X took fast action. Finally close enough to target a non-vital limb, Aurorion would feel the wrath of the Art of the Two Layers.

At the same moment that Aurorion struck forth with his knee, X struck up to hit the pit of his opponents left arm, where there were no vital organs but also no protective armor. His fore-knuckles extended, the blow would land much as the prior one had, by collapsing and hitting again with the flat of his fist. Un-like the prior show of this attack, there was no long preparation, nor the semblance to the ‘one-inch punch’. In truth, neither of these had been required the first time, they were simply to show off the power and ease at which X could strike. He was well learned in this art, and had he wanted to kill his opponent, every blow landed thus far would have been as devastating as the prior one that had cratered the ring.

When Tritions blow hit his side, he pushed off with his left foot. Hopefully breaking the hold his opponent held on his shoulders, he planned to move only a few feet to the side and regain his footing. If his blow landed, X was certain that Trition would not be happy.

((Post 29))

Aurorion Trition, this holy warrior, he was good. He was strong. He was skilled. At another time, in another place, they would certainly have become comrades. But not here. Not now. This was not only a tournament, but this was the place where X would show himself. Where X would make his name known. Where X would win the prize.

He was amazed that Trition blocked his attack, the move would have only barely been visible from his position, but apparently that had been enough for his opponent, he was a true Muay Thai master. Another landing of blows, a solid muay thai knee and elbow. The blows were starting to take their toll, even through the layer of metal that dispersed their impacts, X squinted in pain.

Within moments, Aurorions hands had taken to X’s arms. He didn’t notice at first, but something had coated his opponents hands, a holy searing light, and it was burning right through his jacket and the two other layers beneath it. The layer of metal closest to his body took the brunt of the heat, and it took a moment for the metal to heat up. In truth he didn’t even feel the heat until his arms were thrown away, and by then it barely mattered.

His face, on the other hand, would not have been so resilient. As the two fist closed in on him, his body moved in reflex. His head dropped down and back and his shoulders rose and instead of crushing his jaw, both fist landed on the outside of his shoulders, squishing them together and straining the muscles around his neck.

With his fists aflame, X could not allow him to get in another blow. His arms, recently thrown asunder, had been brought back to his sides by his shrugging action. In one fluid motion, he threw both arms forward. His left was a closed fist aimed straight at Tritions chest, and his right hooked to his opponents side with knuckles raised for a disabling blow. The act of punching had undoubtedly dropped his shrugging guard and his face was sure to be momentarily singed, but a slight burn was a small price to pay for a winning blow.

((Post 31 Good match!))