text: 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 go for a cheap shot
  Gritting your teeth as his foot gets closer and closer to your face, you're only left with one option.  He tries to pull his leg away, but you hold on tight.  Your wrap your hand over the top of his foot, pulling it so his heel skids across your chest.  Your other hand shoots upward, Gro'tesk's face twists in pain as he stumbles back and falls.  He rolls howling in pain, nursing his injured genitals. 
  
  
  With the water trough empty and no one trying to crush your skull, you have a much easier time pushing it off of you. 
  
  
  "No fair!" Gro'tesk cries, "that's cheating!"
  
  
  "So is trying to stomp in my skull," you say, "but I did win."
  
  
  "Fair is fair…and unfair is unfair!" Gro'tesk screams.
  
  
  "Well, now you've learned that there are consequences to trying to stomp heads in."
  
  
  Gro'tesk rolls to the side and pouts.
  
  
  "Fine, you win," he says, "but I owe you a punch!"
  
  
  Gro'tesk pulls himself up in a huff, and hobbles over to his hut.  Most of the orcs stare at you in awe as you follow, others give you disapproving looks for your chosen victory route. 
  
  
  Although you don't really care either way, you've won.