The moment the man side stepped the clone, he rushed from its side and it vanished. He came low at Etzolix, Intending to punch him in the stomach as he lunged forward. Admittedly, for all the years he'd studied martial arts and warfare, for all the training he'd done through, he'd never had much call to use any of it. His knowledge of techniques was great, but his lack of skill was making itself annoyingly apparent.