As Clint continues clashing with Bojovnik, a translucent figure is running toward the wall masked by Clint's frame. Bojovnik finds another opening, striking Clint again in the gut.

"Oof." He doubles over, turning translucent, and dissipates, as if a mirage. Clint is standing next to multiple weapons racks. Sword and shield at Bojovnik's feet clatter to the thunderous ground.

Clint begins pulling hand axes from the wall and begins hurling them across the room, but doesn't stop there. He goes to the racks with knives tossing them in Bojovnik's general direction. To the next rack, Clint rockets spears, and javelins into the defending substitute practice target.

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Bojovnik twirls his staff in a windmill deflecting the assortment of flying objects stepping leisurely left and right in the storm of metal and wood as if in a garden picking the occasional weed. A few weapons stuck vertically into the thicket of floorboards and horizontally into the far wall in a scattershot.

Bojovnik then bounds in a zigzag across the training area towards Clint in an alarmingly quick burst of speed. On the last hop, Bojovnik executes a jumping two-handed overhand swing down upon where Clint's melon would be.

Clint turns his head towards the Githerazi monk and is smashed out of existence. Sandals upon floorboards can be heard galloping in the wake between Bojovnik and Clint who is on the opposite side of the training area and he continues throwing projectiles from the matching weapons racks.