Zhuraek moved like lightning. His sheathed sword in his left hand shot up to block Millar's blade and before anyone could blink, he had stepped forward right his right foot and slammed his right fist into Millar's throat before grabbing his neck.<br/><br/>Zhuraek turned a kick with is left foot into the back of Millar's knees and at the same time pushed down on Millar's neck with his hand.<br/><br/>Millar fell backwards and hit the ground with a thud, Zhuraek's left knee pinning his sword arm to the ground and  his right pressing painfully into his chest. Pressing his still sheathed sword into Millar's neck for just a second, Zhuraek got to his feet and kicked Millar's sword away before offering his hand to his opponent.<br/>"You've still got a lot to learn about combat."