Damon nodded his head slowly. He was a master of combat, and he appreciated perfect technique more than anything else.
"It wasn't magic," Damon replied proudly, his deep voice carrying a tone of high admiration. "It was pure, flawless physics and perfect timing."
Damon analyzed the brief fight for his friend.
"He did not try to block the heavy axe. That would have been foolish," Damon explained, gesturing toward the fallen giant. "He dropped low. By using the giant opponent's own massive weight and heavy forward momentum entirely against him, it completely threw the giant off balance."
Damon looked back at the slim fighter. His eyes shone with deep respect.
"Using one's own strength against him shows that this fighter is a person of incredibly high intelligence," Damon praised sincerely. "And it requires immense physical strength too, to execute that kick so flawlessly against heavy armor."
