Clint summons another echo behind Bojovnik five feet in the air and swaps places with it making a two-handed downward slash.

Bojovnik dives to the right in a roll to his feet into multiple back handsprings into a leaping backflip in a stance as if he was going to overhand throw his staff like a spear. Clint in tandem with his echo charges once more. Bojovnik throws his staff like a javelin, impaling the echo where Clint was just standing.

Clint just raises another one to replace it behind Bojovnik. At the same moment, he is about to strike from the front, Clint wills his fury into the echo, Unleashing an Incarnation of his strike from behind with four hands together and cleaves downward in unison to end the combat.

Bojovnik takes a deep breath in a relaxed posture with his arms to his sides bent at the elbows, terminating at fists. As lightning is about to strike... Clap! Bojovnick catches Clint's sword between both palms.

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A ripple in the air can be seen. Then a blast of force is sent out, destroying Clint's echo and smashing into Clint skidding him back a few inches, scattering forgotten projectiles flying 10ft in a sphere centered around Bojovnik.

Clint is somehow still gripping the sword, and he stares dumbstruck as he sees 2 ghostly yellow-green translucent horns appear wreathed over Bojovnik's shoulders.

The antlers both strike out at the same time projecting a field of directed force, catching Clint square in the nose and the gut, causing Clint to lose grip on his sword. Black, red, and star-bright whites fleck his vision.

The sword drops in mid-air as Bojovnik double thrusts two fists into Clint's chest, sending him backward 5ft with him sliding to a slump unconscious before he hit the floor.

The sword rumbles to a stop.