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

The punch to her face connected! He knew with the movements he was doing, he was going to be able to knock this human out no matter how skilled she was. He had the advantage of proximity and quick blows.

He did not anticipate punching what felt like solid rock.

The blow crawled up his hand painfully, making him reel back as he shook his hand to get rid of the ringing feeling.

The punch connected straight to Ardos' gut and knocked the wind out of him, making him stumble enough that his back collided with a nearby lamppost. It didn't break or anything but damn did that hurt like a bitch.

He was starting to get really pissed off. His eyes spotted a nearby drain. Ardos grabbed the steel pipe and ripped it off from the rest. He ran over to her and attempted to whack her in the head with the pipe.

The uppercut did it.

Ardos' back slammed against the dumpster, and he was way too dizzy to stand up anymore. The night's fights have already worn him down. He was conceding this fight, and he hoped that if he groveled well enough this alpha female would grant him mercy.

"Fine." Ardos spat out a mouth full of blood. "I'm down for the count. What the hell do you want from me."

Ardos looked at her flatly.

"You wanna know why I threw that douchebag in the trash?" Ardos gripped the opening of the dumpster, slowly but carefully pulling himself. His feet wobbled as pain threatened push him on the ground again. Fucking hell. "I'm an enforcer at the Fight Club and that shit over there just stabbed his opponent on the shoulder even though it was a goddamn fist fight."

The guy at the trash locked eyes with Ardos and Ardos' eyes flared. Beaten and bloody as he was, he still managed to look intimidating. The guy scrambled away before looking at Olivia and nodding. "I was going back to the Club to take the guy he shanked to the hospital, but he's probably dead by now. Severe blood loss and all." He shrugged. "So do whatever you want."

Ardos spat out another round of blood as he tried to regain his posture, but it was difficult when his entire body was screaming for relief right there.

Was he grateful that she actually listened? Yes.

Was he going to admit it? No.

The closest indicator to approval was a brief nod and an offering of his hand. "We can check the club if that kid's still alive, but I doubt it. We should also... ack, bring me to my place. My sister's not going to be happy but I'm too in pain to care."