Rykanis had managed to bash his foe in the head with his lakan, just before he was tackled. It had not done a ton of damage, but it had been enough to stun his foe for a moment. It also gave him the time he needed to recover from the ground, as his foe also had to spend a few moments recovering in a different way. Which left him to do his roll in peace, and to pop back into a fighting position. He was likely to have a sore chest in the morning, what with getting struck by the youths hard skull. He was expecting the youth to come at him, but instead he held out his hand, and dropped his lakan upon the floor, leaving himself without a weapon. Apparently, he had decided to fight with fist, instead of blade. And while Rykanis was decent enough at fighting unarmed, he was much better still when using his lakan. So he had no motivation to disarm himself also. A smile still on his face, Rykanis did several things at once, in response to the mans challenge. Rykanis took a step forward with his left leg, planting it firmly on the ground. Then he let out a cry, "Ha!!!" Yelling at the boy. He threw his left lakan aimed at the boys wide open chest, and then pushed off with his left foot to do a forward jumping kick aimed at the same chest, while he was preoccupied with the lakan. If it struck, he would push off of the boys chest and leap back a few feet, possibly knocking the younger smaller Akalak down and flat on the floor. If it missed, he would turn it into a forward tucking roll, and attempt to pop up behind him, and slash him in the head with his remaining lakan. |