[That was quite the blow to the head... yet it doesn't seem to have slowed down his opponent much, if at all. Frowning, Vulpes tosses aside the dented tray.]
I don't recall agreeing to a fistfight.
[Unfortunately, he's unable to dodge out of the way of the next punch in time. His armor cushions the blow somewhat, but his ribs still creak under the force and his breath leaves him temporarily. There's most likely going to be some heavy bruising there later.]
Hm-
[Recovering his breath, Vulpes throws a rather clumsy punch to Miguel's face, anticipating that the degenerate will rightly avoid it by ducking out of the way. When he does, the Legionary uses his other hand to grab a fistful of his opponent's rather abundant hair, aiming to hold him in that leaning position so that he can drive a knee into his face.]
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I don't recall agreeing to a fistfight.
[Unfortunately, he's unable to dodge out of the way of the next punch in time. His armor cushions the blow somewhat, but his ribs still creak under the force and his breath leaves him temporarily. There's most likely going to be some heavy bruising there later.]
Hm-
[Recovering his breath, Vulpes throws a rather clumsy punch to Miguel's face, anticipating that the degenerate will rightly avoid it by ducking out of the way. When he does, the Legionary uses his other hand to grab a fistful of his opponent's rather abundant hair, aiming to hold him in that leaning position so that he can drive a knee into his face.]