My swinging fist thuds into your skull, rattling your head to the side, and I can see it in your eyes as well that you are barely hanging on. But you toss another punch, which I don’t even bother to try blocking, and it pounds into my eye. My head rocks back, “UUhhhh!” I groan in a girly little gasp, my lights almost out. Half as strong as it should be, I throw a fist up from below, digging it into your chin, not even seeing where your face is.
(It ended in a tie, but I honestly have no intention of tying. How are we ending this? Neo?)