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Tres wasn't going to let this mother ******** run away.

He looked deep into his opponents eyes before the match timer would start, with a confident wry grin that spelled trouble for his soon to be enemy. Tres was not visibly armed with any real weapons even though he believed himself to be the most dangerously armed man in the tournament.
His hands were dipped lightly into the brims of his vintage jean pant pockets.

Tres did not pay any mind to the mans instrument. He figured he was a bard and that just meant that he needed to keep this guy from getting too far away from him, don't give him any time to cast his bardic spells.

"Ready", he replied.

FWWOOOM

Dead leaves and dusty wind lifted from the ground as Tres would start forward immediately as the match would begin. Tres would move with shuffling foot steps that would be so light and graceful that the dead leaves retained there form beneath his heavy weight. In a single motion starting simultaneously with his forward movement he would shift into his boxer like stance.

Tres would move in as close as possible and wold then throw a low left lead straight using the same body mechanics that an uppercut would use. The lead straight low punch would be thrown at an upward angle as to properlly utilize the motion of the back that came with the technique.

His fist would cruise straight at the warriors weapon in an attempt to send his metal covered fist straight through the instrument and into the warriors gut. His fist were covered in protective gloves, likely the instrument was made out of a highly durable material but at the same time Tres's striking limbs were conditioned to such hardness that he no longer had to worry about hurting himself when performing his attacks, allowing him to attack with unrequited power.

If his fist did not go through the instrument at at his opponent Tres's fist would at least push the warrior back.

"NO ESCAPE!"

Tres shouted as he would throw a downward punch towards the spike shrip. Sending his metal covered fist into the down into the stone spikes, crushing them rather than injuring his own hand. Items changed by magic typically had low structural integrity due to the fact that they are usually formed under duress as the opponents had been. The slab would shatter with a loud burst.

Tres would be in a crouched position immediately after the punch, with his knees bent and his center of gravity still above his legs, perfect to suddenly begin dashing forward towards the opponent whom had just landed high above in the tree.

Tres's nearly superhuman athleticism would allow him to continue to run up the tree. His heavy and powerful steps against the tree would cause it to shake violently likely causing the musician to fall towards Tres and setting Tres up to take advantage of his sudden descent.

The spike shot through the tree and into Tres's upwards path. However, the opponent would soon realize that Tres was the personification of the 'unstoppable force'. He was going to blast through all of this mans magic with his bare hands and force of will until he finally ended up in the corner with no were to run and then, then the fun would begin.

Tres would begin to run up the tree as the spike beneath him had cut into it causing it to fall towards him. As the Tree would come down Tres would grab hold of a branch to his left with his left hand and push off to the left with his feet. He would swing his body under the tree branch and use the branch as a point of leverage to guide himself more towards his opponent forward instead of to his left.

Tres would land on the ground just as the Tree would slam into the forest and he would begin running after his opponent. Tres was an olympic class athlete and surely he could run faster than some bard, he would catch up very quickly.

"RUN! RUN!! hahaha...", he found something amusing in chasing a man threw the forest.

As Saphen would turn to face Tres he would not catch Tres's grinning hansom visage behind the log that was kicked off of the ground and sent flying towards his face.

Following through with the motion of the kick he would keep coming forward behind the flying piece of wood that likely Saphen would not be prepared for and enter hand to hand range.

Upon entering hand to hand range in his stance Tres would throw a left hand jab towards the opponents throat, intending to violently compress the trachea and stun the opponent to set him up for the combination that would likely follow the jab.

'Oh s**t!'

DO A BARREL ROLL

Before Tres could enter hand to hand range, suddenly a massive spray of rock spikes would burst fourth from the ground in a seemingly unavoidable spray of STOAN carnage. Instinctually Tres would react to the life threatening danger of the possibility of being impaled by a multitude of spikes 1 foot in area.

Tres would react by bringing his arms in front of his face in a boxers front guard while simultaneously crouching down and leaning forward. This would place his shins and forearms in front of the rest of his body. Tres's Shins were covered in greaves while his forearms were covered in bracer's. His shoulders would be cut somewhat on the sides as the spikes scraped off of his body but they were only small cuts.

STOAN KING, NOT!

Tres's forward motion would cause his tuck to smoothly develop into a roll. Towards his opponent and as soon as his feet would come under his body again he would be all like:

USE THE BOOST TO CHASE

and use the power of his massive thighs and glutes to propel himself forward like a cannon ball with a highly effective double leg take down at nearly point blank range to the opponent. The opponent had not moved back but had instead continue to play.

Tres's left shoulder would slam into Saphens lower abdomen. When this happens Tres's arms would grab around the opponents thighs and pull them into his underarms while driving the opponent forward. This pulling of the legs in and pushing of the body back would either drive the mans back to the ground or cause him to double over Tres's shoulder allowing him to the carried.

If he was allowed to carry the opponent he would drive him against A tree and slam him down into it, putting him in a slumping position against the Tree.

Tres would then attempt to beat his face in with his fist in a dazzling array of random and unpredictable combinations.

"Oh my ******** god...

You are pissing me off!", Tres shouted as he missed.

This guy just kept running and running away Tres thought. Barely being aggressive except for that spike thing. Tres wasn't going to let this mans power get the better of him. As soon as he missed the double leg his right shin would slide along the ground to place the right foot in a planted position, using that planted foot he would jump up after the opponent.

Tres would side kick the Tree on his way up to shake the thing and perhaps cause the opponent to loose his balance or fall off.

Tres would combo off of his first kick and perform the next quickest move after that attack which was a kick from the right leg. With this kick instead of snapping the leg in and out he would push against the tree at an angle to send him down towards his opponent. This would put him from in between the two Trees as they would collide together. On his way down Tres would slow his descent by grabbing on to a branch or too and then land gracefully with all of the control of a Olympic gymnast.

"GET OVER HERE!"

Sieg would shift into his fighting stance while simultaneously begin trying to close in on his opponent, whom he was sure would continue to evade him.