[i]The slash was indeed close ranged, but things were going to get even closer. At once a buzzing filled Zande's skull, resonating through his veins and into his bones. The realization struck him that he was enjoying this. That his flow was about to smooth out, and the fight was going to advance a level.

He'd step with the knight, left foot seeking to trap the right. If Zachary again dodged, the tribesman would keep relentlessly stomping after his feet, as if they were engaged in a demented, rapid tango. He'd perhaps be closer than the man had intended for him to be in relation to the sword strike due to taking another step, and Zande would take advantage of this by directing the sharp fork of his left axe head at the man's wrist as he swung, instead of the blade. [/i]