Bojovnik begins running upwards and then sideways to a different gravity. A stretch across the wall as projectiles are raining slanted, sticking to, and bouncing off the wall, delaying at the heel.

Bojovnik jumps off the wall towards the middle of the floor, deflecting a few projectiles, and catches a spear mid-air returning it to sender. The Monk gently falling like a feather kissing a pond.

Clint reappears again above Bojovnik in a downwards spear attack planting the tip into the ground. When in a split second, Bojovnik side steps out of the way, and open palm strikes Clint in the chest stunning him. He then sweeps his legs from underneath him pinning him to the ground with the end of the staff.

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"Though one may conquer a thousand times a thousand men in battle, yet he indeed is the noblest victor who conquers himself." Bojovnik states as if it was the beginning of the fight when they were talking.

"Urgh, *cough*, ahh... That's easy for you to say, standing up there..." Clint remarks. The Cobra lays there for a second, pretending to be more injured than he really was.

"If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading."

"Well, come hell or high water," Clint says under his breath laying arched at the back.