The jab snapped Cellan's head back clean.
Damon stepped in immediately, smelling the moment. He feinted a low kick, causing Cellan's arms to twitch downward, and came over the top with a sharp right hand. It clipped Cellan high on the temple, forcing him back another step.
Cellan's footwork faltered slightly, but he reset, keeping his guard high. He fired back a desperate jab, trying to re-establish distance. Damon slipped outside and answered with a brutal low kick, slamming his shin into Cellan's already battered thigh.
The impact forced Cellan to switch stances again, limping subtly onto his rear leg.
Damon stalked without rushing.
He pawed with his lead hand, testing Cellan's reactions. Cellan threw a double jab, more out of survival than setup, and Damon rolled under it cleanly.
He shifted his weight forward, snapping another front kick into Cellan's midsection, knocking the air from his lungs.
