(20 - 19 - 7, Miss)<br/><br/>But by the time Isaac was ready to attack again the old master had flipped away and put some distance between himself and the fighters.  The move made Isaac curse, not only had he got away but the disrespectful fighter had one upped his attack.  There was the tiniest seed of respect for the move, albeit buried under tones of competitive spirit.  Now he would have to push himself even harder to impress Yin the most.<br/><br/>Before he could attack again though Yin was amongst them sweeping a powerful kick at their faces.  Most probably because he was the only one not recovering from an attack Isaac was best prepared for the kick and reacted fastest.  His head inched back the centimetres he needed just in time for the foot to pass by without touching him.  Even so he felt the force behind the blow in the wind that whipped his face from such close range.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eye he was glad to see the other man spin around from the impact and the seed of respect died.  Then he was rushing forward to take on Yin again.  His foot leapt out in a side kick, Isaac crouching slightly as he threw it, aimed at Yin's midriff.