[Perry knows Arthur is fast--their various minor scuffles before have shown him that--and immediately after throwing his punches, he ducks back. Arthur's elbow glances off the side of his neck as he pulls away but it just pisses him off. He's been hurt much, much worse than that and right now, he's in Scary Perry mode.
He bounces back on his heels, changing his momentum and pushing forward, intending to go for either a punch to the gut or a fist square in the face. But Arthur attacks first and, although Perry senses a kick coming, all his weight is on his bad leg and he can't change his position fast enough to avoid it. The kick connects. Intense pain spikes up his leg and his knee gives out, dropping him awkwardly to the floor.
He may be down, but he's not out. The big ex-linebacker pushes through the pain and slams a hand out to grab Arthur's leg, arm--anything--and drag him to the floor. If he gets him, he's going to go for the throat. All his brewing rage is taking over.]
SPAM - you always say that but YOUR FIGHTING IS TOTALLY FINE :|
He bounces back on his heels, changing his momentum and pushing forward, intending to go for either a punch to the gut or a fist square in the face. But Arthur attacks first and, although Perry senses a kick coming, all his weight is on his bad leg and he can't change his position fast enough to avoid it. The kick connects. Intense pain spikes up his leg and his knee gives out, dropping him awkwardly to the floor.
He may be down, but he's not out. The big ex-linebacker pushes through the pain and slams a hand out to grab Arthur's leg, arm--anything--and drag him to the floor. If he gets him, he's going to go for the throat. All his brewing rage is taking over.]