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Muso would have his leverage gone as quick as it can, since it was not like Chen was going to keep his arm extended where it was after knocking away the leg. Even a grasp attempt would seem to miss as Chen moved himself to Muso's left, attempting the kick to the legs. But with Muso rising himself up in a leap from attempting the rising knee, he would figure his opponent would be stopping the full power of it in mid air once he saw that he had nothing to grab onto or hit. Likely, he was going to be stopping the knee early as he returns to the ground. Chen himself would be having his left foot touch the ground, turning clockwise to face Muso's back.

Swinging from behind, that folded up tri staff was bashing for the back of Muso's head in a horizontal swing, as if Chen was swinging a bat or hammer in his hand. If it hit, Muso would be struck forward to the floor, coupled already with the balance he will try to secure upon landing.

Chen's left forearm would once more be the arm used to defend against the side kick executed at the last second from Muso. With him falling to the ground, Chen stood his ground instead of pursuing, his right foot forward and left foot to the side, holding his weapon forward as his left arm keeps bent close to the chest, loose in his knees. The cut from the left side of his face was having blood drip onto his cloth before falling to the ground, causing Chen to stop and have his left hand come up to smear the red liquid away.

Disorientation came from this as Muso spoke, but his vision clears with a shake of his head, regaining his concentration. He still had a lot left in him than what Muso was thinking, but it would seem it would be necessary for him to conclude that the next moments of battle could decide the victor. After Muso speaks, Chen advances, unflinging two of the parts of the staff with the swing of his right arm, having his right hand grip solely on one end as the other two fly at Muso's chest.

Grace!

Blocking the strike from the tri staff would cause more damage to his arms. Taking a strike from a force that it brought with it was not a smart thing to do. Muscles were being tenderized, bones trembling to the force. Muso may believe that just by standing there and guarding it as if he was blocking another punch that it would be alright, but he would have another thing coming in that regard.

The recoil of the weapon would have Chen step toward Muso's right as he begins to move, getting onto his toes and starting momentum as his left hand captures the returning end, Part A. Part B, which was in Chen's right hand, would be released so that he could grasp the middle part of his weapon. With this new grip, Part B spins in place, much like once before in that whirlwind effect.

"Hua!"

Sliding his left foot forward, the power of his hips flow strength into the next swing, smashing Part B at Muso's right thigh from four feet away. He could try that shin guard like he did before, but he may end up breaking his leg this time. Not to mention, not just one swing would come, but Chen would place dedication into delivering two successive strikes from the same end. This way, no matter if Muso took the strike or not, he would have more damage applied to his legs.

Now, power.

Looks like they both were on the move. Since Muso would have to try to get in close if he wanted a chance at Chen, Chen was taking advantage of that with great pride. Keeping that same grip, he would keep his facing to Muso, delivering a swing of Part B at Muso's legs, aiming for the right thigh again. As long as he kept at least a distance of three feet, he could safely strike Muso, giving the guy no chance at countering unless he took a full dive at him. Chen was going to weaken his legs if he had the chance.

"Ha! Hu!" He continued to release these "kiais" as he struck with the free end. Chen was going to finish this one and close it out. He could feel the adrenaline, the burn of the muscles. The wounds he had were a small nuisance, stinging everytime he moved. But he endured them for the sake of giving a full assault. With Chen now on the full offensive, it would be only a matter of time for his guarding opponent.

Keep exploding!

Risky move indeed. A brave effort to attempt such a powerful attack. Chen's only response was to do like any person would who was watching this coming: to get the heck out of the way. By running to the left, while moving forward, too, he would get out of the dropkick-like attack as it passes by him. Yet, because Chen had been keeping some distance from him, Muso had a chance of slamming into the wall that lied a few feet behind Chen. Maybe he would and maybe he wouldn't.

Chen, however, would turn and quickly set himself up behind Muso as he lands, holding the weapon in the same way he has been holding just a moment ago. He'll wait for Muso to recover from his landing...

Prepare...

Muso was determined. He was giving it his all to take Chen down, to not go down without an honorable conclusion. As he turns to rush...



The confusion and berserk nature of his hard determined opponent would have him run right into a swing of Chen's staff, using that loose end once again as the Asian awaited for the man to turn. Standing to Muso's right when he turns around to begin his rush, the weapon would be directed straight at his face, the attack having enough force to break the nose, crack the skull, and attempt a ko. The power of the weapon flowed with the turn of his arm and the turn of his hips, left foot forward as he moved as if he was swinging a baseball bat, going for a home run. The force behind this was harsh to think about, nearly as powerful as a bat's swing. Though this was weaker in power, it still held lethality in its attack.

The finisher!

As Chen delivered the attack, the straight punch would reach out as far as it could to try to nab the Asian in the face. It went...went...but there was just too much distance between himself and the fist to really get a good hit. After all, Chen only needed at least three feet to attack with his weapon, and had been keeping that a constant for the duration of the fight. Though he wanted to get that last hit in, Chen was just not close enough for it to happen.

And there Muso dropped, Chen's weapon ending with the attacking end falling loose, blood spotting the wood where he struck, the chest of Chen rising and falling as he stops his own motion, breathing with a pant.

One down.