Arena
As you stand you put grab your climbing hook from your waste with one hand and a fist full of snow with the other. You throw the snow into the mans eyes and then dive in with a loaded punch that cuts across his face, the hook biting into his flesh and ripping open a deep red wound.
He nearly falls to the ground after taking three heavy steps back, but regains his balance. Before he can really do anything, you are upon him, tackling him to the ground and driving your head into his face repeatedly, knocking the back of his head against the hard ground beneath.
You begin really tearing into him with fist after heavy fist, following many of these with head butts. You aren't exactly sure when you notice it, but you soon find that you can feel the stones on the ground through his head and you roll off of him.
You lick the blood from your hands and rise to your feet.
He nearly falls to the ground after taking three heavy steps back, but regains his balance. Before he can really do anything, you are upon him, tackling him to the ground and driving your head into his face repeatedly, knocking the back of his head against the hard ground beneath.
You begin really tearing into him with fist after heavy fist, following many of these with head butts. You aren't exactly sure when you notice it, but you soon find that you can feel the stones on the ground through his head and you roll off of him.
You lick the blood from your hands and rise to your feet.