We both start out the fight swinging, reckless, no time for speculating. That, paired with the fact we are not wearing any gloves, makes this so that it could end at any moment with a lucky punch.
I land some, you land some, finding my forearms instead of my chest but then smacking my cheek with a swinging right. “Mnnh!” I groan as my head snaps back, my toes curl in reaction, hurting, but holding my ground, immediately swinging back with my own right at your soft Korean cheek! “Eat this like you eat kimchi you cxnt!!!!”