--  The Fight --<br/><br/>Ox didn't know the dwarf, even though the two probably lived in very close proximity and shared similar hobbies.  They probably even ran in the same crowd.  The dwarf probably knew Lagon, too.  It wasn't difficult for Ox to conclude that the dwarf, whose name was announced by the match broker but had gone unheard by him, had been Lagon's close, personal friend.  Yes, Ox thought, these bastards shared brisket and peas, laughing at him as he chased his tail searching for his mortal enemy in every crevice in the streets inhabitable by vermin.  The thought of the dwarf sharing drinks with Lagon gave great offense to the young elven pugilist, and filled him with such passion, such anger, that the edges of his keen vision glowed with crimson and the center was peppered with black spots.<br/><br/><em>"Oy, it's a pity yer' not a lass, ye pointy-eared fag't,"</em>the dwarf started as he took one last drought from an opal-encrusted silver goblet and wiped away a dark brown stain from his lips with his hairy, ax-wrought forearm.<em> "That's good mead, that!  I'll fill ye' arse'ole wit' it after I'm done wit' ye, ya ha.  I see ya waitin' fer' me to brain ya, ye patient motherfuckerrr, but you'll jes' have to bend over fer' me to get you cross the temple."</em>The dwarf kissed his knuckles.  They did not actually appear like knuckles, given that the dwarf had broken them so many times.<em> "That's what ya lot want, eh?  The dwarf t'brain the elven orphan, eh?"</em>he said to the crowd.<br/><br/>Someone in the crowd replied with a, "Aye, send 'im back to 'is parents, cus' we don't want him 'ere!"<br/><br/>With cocksure, the dwarf lazily spun on his heel as he staggered closer to Ox.  But the elven pitfighter had heard enough and closed in on the dwarf, leaped in the air, and brought the jagged edge of his elbow across his crenelated countenance, splitting his brow from upper-eyelid to crown and thus adorning his sunken eyes with a crimson gush of color.  The sound of the impact was like a gavel in a court, commanding immediate respect and silence from the crowd.  Ox had struck with such ferocity that he landed in a heap on the ground beside the dwarf, but the dwarf did not have an opportunity to capitalize on his prone opponent as he staggered backwards, clutching his bleeding face, until he met with brusque shoves from the crowd.<br/><br/>Ox had fought dwarves plenty of times to know that their low center of gravity made it difficult to knock them off their feet, but he managed to knock the dwarf off his with a crude sweep.<br/><br/><em>"Bollocks!"</em>the dwarf bellowed as the wind was knocked out of him.  The two fighters lay side by side, and instinctively, the dwarf began rolling away to the side.  Oxenbridge rolled over, too, using the inertia he gathered to target the dwarf's sternum with another vicious elbow, but the dwarf parried it.  Ox then attempted to kick the dwarf in the face with his heel while his shoulders were still on the ground, but it was a miscalculation.  Ox didn't even come close to hitting the dwarf.<br/><br/>The dwarf had gotten to his feet, but he looked dazed and winded.  He scooped up a handful of dirt and threw it at Ox's face just as the elf was getting to his feet.  But Ox wasn't even phased.  The dwarf raised his defense almost half-heartedly, and the young elf took a moment to look at his enemy.  The fight had gone his way, but there were various instances where a more capable fighter might have taken advantage of his mistakes.  The elf had frankly thought better of this dwarf.<br/><br/>Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment:  This is a perception check to determine issues regard<br/>Result: 2,<br/>Total: 7<br/><br/>Oxenbridge lowered the dwarf's guard and hammered him with an overhead blow twice.  The dwarf then fell to his knees, and for another moment, Ox hesitated, before driving his knee into the dwarf's face.  The dwarf fell unto his back, leaving a trail of blood, spit, mucus, and teeth as his body hit the hard ground.  The dwarf's limbs fidgeted uncontrollably, but otherwise, he lay inert.