Clay forced air back into his lungs and set himself. Vandal sensed weakness and charged forward, taking the offensive and striking furiously to find or create an opening. Clay gave ground reluctantly taking some shots to the head and shoulders and countered to slow his opponents charge. It was blocked easily but slowed Vandal enough to give Clay his opening. Clay executed a standing backflip, putting him a few yards out of Vandal's reach, as Vandal closed in, Clay coiled his legs and tackled Vandal low, shooting under his guard and lifting him off the ground to bring him back down with incredible force, pouncing his head off the hard floor of the Arena. Vandal retained enough instinct to kick Clay hard in the jaw and roll away, he got to his feet quickly, as both opponents tried to clear their vision and shake off the dizzyness first...
_________________ We used to play for silver, Now we play for life.
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife, Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall,
There ain't a winner in this game
Who don't go home with all, Not with all...
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