Clint begins anew with a different tactic circling to the right at ten feet to charge from the flank. Except he is stopped with a few jabs coming from the blunted end of what could almost be mistaken as thrusts from a blunted spear. He deflects the first couple of jabs with his shield with loud impacts of wood being heard in quick succession. Thwack-Thwack-Thwack! He had to back off and try a different angle. Circling once more now to the left... and was met with the same result. Thwack-Thwack-Thwack!

Clint knew the only way to beat someone with longer reach was to get in close though that was proving easier said then done. His paradoxically long winded, but quiet opponent was extremely quick and admittedly skilled. He wasn't sure he could get in close without getting hit...

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As he thought that, Bojovnik decided to go on the offensive using his long reach to thrust from afar and made another series of thrusts. Clint did everything he could blocking one with his shield, Thwack, deflecting another with his sword, Crack! The last one snaked through and jabbed him in the gut. "Urgh."

Clint grunts through the pain. OK now he was just getting pissed. He charged again deciding that being on the offensive was better than getting hit from a distance. "RaaAAHHH!" Thwack-Thwack-Thwack! When Clint thought he gained ground Bojovnik would just back up a few feet and kept the spacing fixed. Things were getting nowhere fast and Clint didn't like to sit still.