Zackary's feet conected harshly with his left shoulder and arm, but he didn't let that slow him down, as he never was the one to worry about injuries and broken bones until the fight was over. Looking up he noticed that the other has created space between them, giving them both time to breath and think about the next move.
'You're good.', he said, grinning like a mad man before lashing out again, refusing the time offered for thinking, choosing a direct move over complicated trickery. Mind games were good, but he wasn't in the mood for them. All the wanted right now was to let there be blood. 'Better than me perhaps.', he added, aiming for both his knee with his leg, and a shoulder with his left hand.
'You're good.', he said, grinning like a mad man before lashing out again, refusing the time offered for thinking, choosing a direct move over complicated trickery. Mind games were good, but he wasn't in the mood for them. All the wanted right now was to let there be blood. 'Better than me perhaps.', he added, aiming for both his knee with his leg, and a shoulder with his left hand.