A yell could be heard throughout the area of the Pavillion, causing several people who weren't already invested in watching the spar to focus their attention on it.
In their brutal game of violence, Quzon respected the low blow because it exposed a large flaw in his defense. Not a phisical one, but a mental one. Quzon had no qualms about doing anything in a fight to win, but had let his respect for the other man as a 'warrior' interfere with his judgment. He'd not expected the man he spared to go for a low blow. He had let the pain that burned between his legs act as his teacher to remind him of a lesson he'd forgotten: Victory above all, act noble after his enemies are utterly defeated.
As would any man, Quzon's hands reached towards his loins in heightened need to protect his family jewels from any further punishment. Mad with pain, the Myrian could only raise his eyebrows in shock as Konrad kept a hold of one of his legs to throw him backwards. As he was flung backwards, Quzon knew that to be content about what just happened, to be complacent, was to accept defeat.
Those thoughts as Quzon fell backwards were what spurred the Myrian to use something that he didn't normally wish to use in a spar.
Like a soothing rush of fire through every vein in his body, Quzon's pain, and the rush of battle motivated him into channeling a splinter of Myri's divinity into himself through the use of his Prowess mark, imparting the next action he took with an unnatural quickness.
In the short moment right after Konrad toss was made, throwing him backwards as he stood on one foot. Quzon's other leg leapt up off of the ground, swinging his foot around in attempt to kick the back of Konrad's head as his body floated completely in midair. It was a strike that carried a slight comedic value as Quzon's hands still held onto his crotch as he launched the last ditch revenge strike in response to the low blow. No matter if the kick landed or missed, his large form would inevitably hit the ground and he would do his best to get back up onto his feet to nurse his groin.
In their brutal game of violence, Quzon respected the low blow because it exposed a large flaw in his defense. Not a phisical one, but a mental one. Quzon had no qualms about doing anything in a fight to win, but had let his respect for the other man as a 'warrior' interfere with his judgment. He'd not expected the man he spared to go for a low blow. He had let the pain that burned between his legs act as his teacher to remind him of a lesson he'd forgotten: Victory above all, act noble after his enemies are utterly defeated.
As would any man, Quzon's hands reached towards his loins in heightened need to protect his family jewels from any further punishment. Mad with pain, the Myrian could only raise his eyebrows in shock as Konrad kept a hold of one of his legs to throw him backwards. As he was flung backwards, Quzon knew that to be content about what just happened, to be complacent, was to accept defeat.
Those thoughts as Quzon fell backwards were what spurred the Myrian to use something that he didn't normally wish to use in a spar.
Like a soothing rush of fire through every vein in his body, Quzon's pain, and the rush of battle motivated him into channeling a splinter of Myri's divinity into himself through the use of his Prowess mark, imparting the next action he took with an unnatural quickness.
In the short moment right after Konrad toss was made, throwing him backwards as he stood on one foot. Quzon's other leg leapt up off of the ground, swinging his foot around in attempt to kick the back of Konrad's head as his body floated completely in midair. It was a strike that carried a slight comedic value as Quzon's hands still held onto his crotch as he launched the last ditch revenge strike in response to the low blow. No matter if the kick landed or missed, his large form would inevitably hit the ground and he would do his best to get back up onto his feet to nurse his groin.
