come at me scrublord i'm ripped [fight club]

That was an obvious foul.

Ardos climbed the ring in a swift movement and tore the cheater off his opponents by the back of his jeans. He punched him in the gut once, which made the cheater convulse in pain and release the dagger in his hand. Ardos smashed him against a wall.

"Were you dropped as a child!? No fucking knives in hand-to-hand! How many times do we gotta tell you fuckers!?"

Ardos slung him over his shoulder and kept a hand locked around his wrists, less like a sack of potatoes, more like a pig being taken to the slaughter. When the back door opened to the cool, breezy night street of the Underground, Ardos threw the guy out of the alley. He was slammed against a couple of trash cans. The guy was crying know, but the guy he stabbed was starting to bleed to death. This was a kindness.

"Next time I see you around here, you'll be worrying about much more than your money!"



@"Saryn"

If Ardos were a more tactful person, he'd explain the situation. The facility protocol. The dying man on the floor. Unfortunately, Ardos was neither tactful nor patient enough in the face of accusations. He attempted to stare the woman down.

"I don't run from fights," he told her, hand on the hilt of his massive sword.

So that was it?

Most people would run. Those people were smart.

Ardos unbuckled his sword. He didn't remove the sheath, but even then the sword would make a good bludgeon. (This human wasn't all talk, however — she had a muscular physique and an acceptable defensive position. He should be careful.)

He gripped the hilt of his sword and parted his feet. He put all of his weight into his grip and swung the sheathed sword sideways, aiming to hit her in the middle, with enough force to dislodge the nearby lamppost if it hit.

The fact that she managed to come out of that blow relatively unscathed surprised him, enough that he didn't move away in time when she landed a punch to his ribs.

That knocked the wind out of him. Ardos staggered backward, hand still gripped to his sword, and fell ass first to the ground. He took on a defensive position (legs wide, arms raised and ready to block) as he attempted to stand up.

Ardos dropped his sword to block her incoming fist. He didn't anticipate that she'd try to trip him. Fortunately, he noticed the leg swipe and moved his foot backward. Now that she was within range, he aimed a punch in her gut with a left hook, then her face with his right.