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The Asian stood on one side with his ebony baton in his right hand wiggling for action, only about one foot in size for the moment. The front of his blue Chinese shirt was cut and bloody from the last bout, spikes have torn through it. Down the left side of his face, a scar. The wound was sealing itself naturally up with blood clotting, but it could easily be re opened with the right attack. Even now, both his torso cuts and face cut throbbed with silent pain, but he could take it, as he has taken many injuries before through hard mental endurance.

Right foot forward, left foot the rear, right side facing forward, right arm bent and left hand over the right bicep in a starting stance, he was ready to fight.

Another opponent who preferred customized gloves as their weapons. Much like his last opponent, it could be Dramon's advantage or his downfold. The moments of this fight would tell that. By swinging his right arm down, the extension of his baton moves out, increasing its size to 2' 3". But if Dramon focused more on the length of the weapon than on Chen charging in, he would be slowly surprised that Chen was closing the distance rapidly. No use in stalling any longer.

Weapon shaking in front of him as he runs at Dramon, right side dominating in facing, he plans to slow down at three feet.

Chen's toes were ready to match Dramon's movements, moving to the right in a quick shift in movement as he moves to keep a fair distance. Dramon's guard was high, having Chen strike for a much lower target, the baton striking at the left thigh as he moves toward Dramon's left side. Because of the evasion and counter combination, Dramon's right jab would likely just hit air as Chen would already be out of the way. The weapon came in a lashing motion, giving an aching beat at Dramon's leg, should it hit. And Chen wouldn't settle for just one attack, either. He would have the weapon perform one more successive strike at Dramon's thigh before he would take a pause, his right side and feet spaced making him look in a sort of semi-fencer stance. The speed of the weapon's strike came from the looseness of the wrist, giving the attack a blurry motion when swung. A three foot distance was kept constant, well out of punching range.

Dramon's lunge forward just moments ago would be that which caused Chen to move to the side and attack. If Dramon was following with facing, then he would be able to right after he performs his right jab, since Chen's reaction prioritized in position and timing. At least one lash from the baton would be able to come in before Dramon hooks forward.

And when he does, Chen goes in a rightstrafe again, striking at the same place since Dramon showed no effort in protecting the area. Though he could close the distance rather quickly, as long as Chen kept moving sideways and creating a circular motion around Dramon, Dramon would find that it was a lot harder to close the distance with the Asian so bouncy in his movements. It was going to be tougher than that to catch him.

To visualize it, Dramon lunges forward at Chen. All Chen has to do is duck and weave out of the way to the side at the right moment, and he could continue to evade and attack with his weapon. Because it was at a good length, he didn't have to be too close of proximity to send an attack, while keeping just enough distance to give him time to react to Dramon's movements. It was tricky business, to say the least.

The left hook hits into the guard of the left hand that Chen had in waiting, moving the hook off with a circular motion with the guarding hand towards Dramon's right, well out of the way. And as he kept moving in the right strafe, he sends yet another strike at Dramon's left thigh, a third one and counting. He was wrong in assuming that the tip of his baton was considered the most effective. No matter if he was getting struck by the tip or whacked by the broad side of it, they both would hurt just as much. The weight of the weapon would cause even more pain to Dramon's leg as he seemed to soak it up as if it was nothing. The more he talked, the less he lost his concentration to the fight at hand. Cockiness could cost him.

In the matters of Chen tiring himself out, they will just have to wait and see. Chen wasn't a man who was out of shape, and could keep up the dancing game for a good while, as long as it meant tenderizing his opponent's loins. To the Asian, there was nothing important at the moment than making his enemy hurt.

They wouldn't be chest to chest, but they would be close enough to be considered toe to toe, in respect to Chen keeping himself reasonably on his knees. When the left hook comes around, a smack strikes into the side of it, sending that hand to Dramon's left, the guarding hand kept in an open palm. And with the movement, Chen strikes yet again at the left thigh of Dramon. Fourth hit in a row. If he wasn't feeling it, it was likely because his nerves were starting to numb, and when they start to numb, the leg starts to lose feeling.

A human being was protected by mounds of muscle, skin protection meant to keep them from taking any severe damage. This was considered a human's exoskeleton, which many athletes prided themselves on. However, no matter how buff a person makes themselves, their big muscles were still flesh, skin, blood, and water. When a blunt heavy weapon strikes into one of these muscles, for example, a bat, the force is transferred through the tough membranes and rattles their bones. For those men who have trained themselves in conditioning and deadening their nerves through constant exercise of getting themselves hit, be it intentional or unintentional, they were better against these types of attacks. For Dramon, if this was true for him, then it was understandable how he held fortitude in taking strikes to the thigh and still being able to move.

However....force was still force. Chen was striking at the left thigh for a reason, specifically at the side, the length of it passing by it and against the back just at a tangent angle. The muscles he were striking at were being bruised and losing touch with the nerves that allowed Dramon to stand and walk. Because he didn't "feel" it, this would further surprise the man when he suddenly finds himself having a hard time moving that left leg. One step, and he could easily stumble himself, finding that the strikes to his left leg were actually of a threat.

But, if Dramon would continue to assault him with no care for this manner, then he could continue with his tactics of getting Chen just where he wanted. Until then, Chen executes the fourth strike at Dramon's thigh. This time, he stuck where he was, directly in front of Dramon. Still on his toes, but the chasing game was over. If he wanted close combat, the Asian was ready for it.

The revolving motion of Chen's guarding left arm was now going to come into play. Going in one more revolution counter clockwise, he would bring his arm to the outside of Dramon's left arm, then bring it up and down to where the left hand will grasp onto Dramon's muscled left shoulder, left arm nearly extended, but kept some bend in the elbow. Now his arm was vulnerable to getting hooked, if Dramon wished to do so. Chen was ready to get up close either way. Because of the way that Dramon will hook his arm, his hand and forearm would probably be on the inside of Chen's left bicep, hooking it nicely. Thing was, Chen had him in a hook, too, left side facing toward Dramon. His left foot would be positioned to the outside of Dramon's left foot, still in front though, with the right foot set in the same spread stance, keeping him well balanced so far, but the front of his facing out of direct harm's way of a punch.

But even with Dramon still up close, Chen sends a fifth strike at the left thigh. Because of the space between the right arm and the path it has to travel to strike at Dramon's leg in his side stance, he still had enough distance to still hit Dramon with the "sweet" spot of his weapon. The uppercut strike only would hit into his left facing abdomen. Not to say it was a fun experience, the painful scars on his torso shivering in nerve reactions of pain when he does. But, you couldn't cause some damage without taking any, it seemed, taking the hit and still pushing through with his attacks.