When the other uppity squire stopped, Bob was left down on the ground where he lay still puffing and panting. His defence held but can he say he was successful to the end? His two arms were now hurting badly and that would probably last for the next few days but that was nothing compared to his face. It was quite lucky at that moment Bob was able to weave his head in the nick of time to avoid it where so many other attempts have failed. Bob will not be exaggerating if he said the squire had a punch. Even if his face might get numbed with the blows, the back of his hard head could feel the ground spreading the impact around. Was that what he was trying to keep up with? Amazing what he was able to do when he was backed up into a corner, just like thinking up a way to counter attack.
The counter attack was successful the way Bob wanted it to be. It forced his attacker away who in turn became the one cornered instead. Bob could not help but wonder why. It was not like he kicked really hard enough to truly smash the knee into pieces like he wanted. However he soon found out what he really hit when he got up. The kind of pain that can only be shared by men. A pain that, although Bob had sustained more damage and not received it directly felt as well when he saw the part that his victim was attending to. A sort of face formed and although Bob did not mean it he could not help but feel "sorry?" for the boy. But why should he be sorry if he thought about it? He was not the one who started this fight. Yes, he should be more worried about himself.
It will all depend on who recovered first and Bob intended to be the first. He was not going to allow "petching insane shyke" to get the drop on him again. Bob was really a sore loser to the extent of getting more curses in than the boy. Biting his lip, Bob thought that it would have gave some other lesser pain for him to concentrate on so that he could start moving but he failed. All it did was add to the pain in his face that he held on to. Then he slapped his own cheeks to try and overwrite the pain with a new one which was met with a great success! If success meant feeling more pain than he started. Bob had enough of these shenanigans, doing his best to ignore the pain when he slowly got back on his feet in a crouch looking at the boy. His face held the last attack he could think of, a smile as if Bob triumphed even if they both knew there could not be any winners in the state they were in.
Stumbling forward with a few breaths, Bob tried to retrieve cards and coins because "I hope you've learned your lesson" now that Bob was in no position to continue. He would have tried to taunt the boy further but it was too much to try and tolerate the pain now. the most important thing here? His stuff obviously.
The counter attack was successful the way Bob wanted it to be. It forced his attacker away who in turn became the one cornered instead. Bob could not help but wonder why. It was not like he kicked really hard enough to truly smash the knee into pieces like he wanted. However he soon found out what he really hit when he got up. The kind of pain that can only be shared by men. A pain that, although Bob had sustained more damage and not received it directly felt as well when he saw the part that his victim was attending to. A sort of face formed and although Bob did not mean it he could not help but feel "sorry?" for the boy. But why should he be sorry if he thought about it? He was not the one who started this fight. Yes, he should be more worried about himself.
It will all depend on who recovered first and Bob intended to be the first. He was not going to allow "petching insane shyke" to get the drop on him again. Bob was really a sore loser to the extent of getting more curses in than the boy. Biting his lip, Bob thought that it would have gave some other lesser pain for him to concentrate on so that he could start moving but he failed. All it did was add to the pain in his face that he held on to. Then he slapped his own cheeks to try and overwrite the pain with a new one which was met with a great success! If success meant feeling more pain than he started. Bob had enough of these shenanigans, doing his best to ignore the pain when he slowly got back on his feet in a crouch looking at the boy. His face held the last attack he could think of, a smile as if Bob triumphed even if they both knew there could not be any winners in the state they were in.
Stumbling forward with a few breaths, Bob tried to retrieve cards and coins because "I hope you've learned your lesson" now that Bob was in no position to continue. He would have tried to taunt the boy further but it was too much to try and tolerate the pain now. the most important thing here? His stuff obviously.
Anyway, I couldn't find anything to warrant tactics, as it was a fairly straight forward fight. But feel free to PM me and try to convince me otherwise. Anything else, PM me!
