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 swift Punch
  Keeping your elbows tucked in, you send out several punches.  The first three land well, hitting Gro'tesk's face.  The next two don’t go so well.  As your foe dodges the next, you lose form and go wide with your fifth punch, and he easily sees it coming. 
  
  
  He actually manages to catch your fist, twisting your arm to the side with one hand.  As you bring your left arm up to defend your face, his large fist slips in under it.  Your head kicks back as you feel the pain ripple through your mouth, the lip busting open.
  
  
  Gro'tesk lets go of your arm as you stumble back, and he lands another fist into the side of your head.  A throbbing pain emanates from the side of your head. 
  
  
  Your opponent grins as you stagger in a daze, he prepares the finishing blow…
  > You catch his Wrist
  Shuffling to the side a bit, you stare at your foe, your hands at your side.  He snarls and lunges forward for the last strike.  You lean back, then step to the side as you grab his wrist with your outermost hand.  You pull it down with as much force as you can, and with your arm closest to him you run your elbow along his straightened arm for a moment.
  
  
  Your elbow collides, hitting him right between the eyes.  His face scrunches up, and, as you let go, you step right in front of him; reeling your fist back you snarl as you ram it into his nose.  His head jerks back and his feet slip out from under him, landing with a heavy thud. 
  
  
  Panting, you step back and watch him as he lays still.
  
  
  With a groan he shuffles, rubbing his face with his hands.
  
  
  "What happened?" he asks.
  
  
  "I won the fight."
  
  
  "Aww, come on!" he complains.  "I wanted to win!"
  
  
  "No, I won fair and square."
  
  
  "Fine!" Gro'tesk groans.
  
  
  As he pulls himself up, he mumbles under his breath.  He signals to you to follow him into his hut.  The crowd stares in awe, as they have never seen anyone beat their leader down before.