text: Fists raised, you step to the side, constantly circling your foe.  Gro'tesk does likewise, a sadistic grin spread across his face. 
  
  
  With a huff you step forward, your fist twisting as the arm propels it forward.  Gro'tesk's cheek ripples and his head turns as he moves with the punch.  At the same time his fist flies, you manage to knock it away.
  
  
  Ducking under, you slam your left fist into his ribs and come back up slamming into his jaw.
  
  
  Gro'tesk staggers back, bewildered at your speed.  Although you are quite a large orc, he is bigger than you.
  
  
  He throws a backhand, which hits your defending arm.  As he brings it back, he sends his other fist forward, which you manage to parry.  But, in your rush, you accidentally lower your right arm a bit too far…
  
  
  As it connects a quick flash of dark splits through your vision, but only for a brief moment.  As you stagger back, a pain shoots through your jaw.  Managing to duck another blow, you push your opponent back, a move he was not expecting.
  
  
  As you try to regain your ground, you feel a fuzziness spreading throughout your head.  Getting punched sucks. 
  
  
  As you step forward, you consider your next move…
  > You grapple
  You shuffle forward, wrapping your fingers around his forearm.  He grunts in surprise as you pull, while simultaneously planting a fist or two into his ribs.
  
  
  Ducking under a swing, you grab his wrist with your other hand and slide the first up his arm and lock it around his elbow.  With all your might, you yank is arm forward and pull down.  Gro'tesk stumbles and falls, and, as you are about to twist his arm, you feel a savage kick land on the back of your knee.
  
  
  Buckling and letting go of his arm, the foe pushes himself up.  Hearing him coming up right behind, you throw an elbow back with a savage snarl.  He catches it and wraps his hand around the back of your neck.
  
  
  With a heavy grunt, he pushes you forward, using his control and momentum to keep you moving.  You cry out as he tosses you over a water trough and into a wooden rack with animal skins hanging from it. 
  
  
  You only half-catch yourself, and, before you can fully turn, Gro'tesk is right there.  With a sick grin, his boot flies into the water trough which slams into your stomach.  The wind is taken out of you, and you even manage to get a grip on it.  You cannot stop the force of the kick and the trough still goes down, pinning you to the ground from your waist.
  
  
  The cold water spills out, pouring up over your belly and chest.  You feel like something sucks up into your chest as the cold makes you gasp.
  
  
  With an unnatural nimbleness, Gro'tesk hops over the fallen trough.  He lifts his foot and brings it down.  Luckily you manage to catch his foot in time.  With both hands, you push as he does; both of your faces twisting with effort. 
  > You twist his leg
  Crying out, you twist his ankle; Gro'tesk almost falls but catches himself on the skin rack.  With one hand you pull his ankle forward.  Your goes tries to stop himself from falling forward, his other leg straightening up.  You shout out, sending your other fist into his straightened knee.
  
  
  A sickening crack resounds as your opponent's face twists up in pain.  He falls as he cries out, rolling into the skin rack as he nurses his injured knee. 
  
  
  Pushing the water trough off of you, now easier as it's empty, you hobble over to Gro'tesk.  He looks at you, a fiery rage in his eyes.
  
  
  "You ruined my leg!" he screams.
  
  
  "That was called winning."
  
  
  He roars, almost springing up and grabbing you, but his leg buckles and he falls.
  
  
  "Hey, it was your knee of my skull."
  
  
  "Fine! You win fair and square!"
  
  
  You stand to the side as several orcs help him limp into his hut.  The rest of the orcs from the village just stare at you in awe.