[Lai]

(OOC: Sevion, please start watching your grammar. It's incredibly difficult to follow along with your posts. I also don't see how raising your right hand would confuse someone, but I'll go along with it.)

A blow this hard to the chest would have bothered Mar if it was his first; maybe second. But after everything he'd experienced, such a thing was no travesty. It hurt like hell, but it was no travesty. Ignoring the burn for the moment, Mar decided he had more important things to worry about.

Sevion seemed to be gloating over his successful attack, but never took his eyes off of Mar. He took another chance at landing a slice, but instead of hearing the sound of skin tearing and blood dripping, the sound of metal on metal echoed among the buildings.

People are going to be watching us soon enough. I'd rather not be fighting in the middle of a crowd.

Mar decided that it was time he took the offensive. Positioning his hands two feet apart, he began to swing the ends of the staff over and over at Sevion. Echoes upon echoes reverberated through the streets, and lights were coming on one by one. Each time Mar swung up and right, a defensive counter attack was shot out down and right. Each time he tried to strike down, a counter was shot up. Several hits were made on Mar all over his body, but none of them detremental enough to stop him.

For several moments, it didn't seem as though either man was landing anything on the other. Sevion decided to play a trump and take his chance at landing a strong vertical swing. This was what Mar was waiting for. He stuck out his staff, blocked the blow, and slid his right hand towards his left. As soon as his hands made contact with each other, he swung his pole hard into Sevion's rib cage, this time reverberating the "thud" of metal on bone.

Hard though the hit may have been, it did little more than once again stun his enemy. The opportunity was too good for him to pass up. He charged towards Sevion, stabbing him in the xiphoid process and knocking him backwards. Cocking back his staff, he jumped up and leaned hard left, swinging himself and his staff full circle. The staff hit hard against Sevion's shoulder; too low.

He stuck the end up his staff back into the ground, and swung around it again, but hitting Sevion too low again. His foot made contact with Sevion's hip, knocking him farther to the side. He threw out blow after blow to Sevion's torso, hitting him harder and harder each time. After a solid hit to his left bicep, he moved his hands together again towards the left side of his staff. He swung in a circle again, this time hitting Sevion in the small of his back. Pavement is not a comfortable surface to fall face-first on to, as Sevion was currently experiencing first-hand.