The Hobgoblin took a forward step, slower than before, but authoritative. Vol's balance was off after the dodge. He hadn't been able to move out of the way efficiently enough, and now the follow-up strike to his side found him in a worse position. It took a grunt of effort to leap clear of it. If not for his increased speed and strength he wouldn't have been able to make it.
But that rage timer was ticking down with every passing second. He couldn't afford to be on the back foot. He couldn't afford to continue this fight much longer, not when his arm was in the state that it was in. He needed every advantage that he could take.