Caim's strike was low, in more ways than one--because it was aimed at the lower half of his body, Farfarello was able to jump over it, knees tucked up against his chest as he did. High jumps and descending strikes were among the things he was best at, after all. The ceiling was fairly low, so he was careful to curl in on himself to avoid hitting his head as he leapt, landing lightly on the desk itself.

Balancing on the ball of one foot, Farfarello spun and aimed a vicious roundhouse kick at Caim's head, all of his weight and the momentum of the turn thrown into the kick. A strike like that could break a man's neck if it hit just right, but Farfarello assumed Caim would be able to dodge it at least enough to prevent that--such a quick end to this would be terribly dull.