Damon capitalized on the moment, stepping forward with a lightning-fast right hand that caught Mikal on the temple as he landed.
Mikal staggered slightly, but recovered, bouncing back on his feet.
Damon noted the reaction. Mikal's chin was good, but the shot had landed clean.
If he could string his attacks together, he might be able to overwhelm him.
Mikal pressed forward again, switching stances fluidly.
He fired a low kick, then immediately leapt into a flying knee. Damon sidestepped, his movements sharp and calculated.
As Mikal landed, Damon fired a hard body kick, the sound echoing through the arena.
Mikal grunted, his body jerking slightly from the impact. He backed off, his hands dropping for a moment.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Demien Korvier said. "Damon is staying calm and picking his shots. That body kick was beautiful."
Mikal circled, shaking out his arms. His grin had faded, replaced by a look of focus.
