Garkar's hot breath seemed to almost steam a bit against the cool rain as he took a step towards his new opponent.
The furry leg'd man even took a step back in what seemed to be a moment of fear, his sword raised defensively.
Garkar lunged forward his knife held low and stabbed upward, his motions a blur of bronze and crimson in the poor light. However, the swordsman easily turned the blow aside with a tap of his blade and quickly countered. Garkar ducked under the stab, but not quite quickly enough and another slight wound appeared on top of his right shoulder.
Flinching at the touch of metal, Garkar punched forward while still on his knees. But the beast-man had deftly stepped to the side and was now bringing his sword around in a blow sure to take Garkar's head clean off.
Foolishly though, the beast-man had stepped around to the left side and Garkar wrenched back his arm and was gratified at the dull clank of the sword hitting scales rather then soft flesh. With the blade so close, he simple twisted his wrist around and soon gripped the blade squarely in his protected palm.
The swordsman tried to press downward, to cut deeper, but Garkar didn't budge an inch. In fact, holding the sword still in his palm Garkar slowly got to his feet and turned to face the still struggling man.
The pair locked eyes for a moment and something became quite clear. Garkar towered over the goat leg'd man by almost a whole head; he was bigger, stronger, faster, tougher; and they both knew it. But the smaller would not, could not stop fighting no mater what.
With the pair still locked together and pushing at one another Garkar gritted his teeth. With a solid push he took a step forward, then another, then a third. The man's hoofs were actually sliding backwards in the slippery half mud.
Another pair of steps, quicker now, and Garkar could feel the momentum swinging in his favor. With a massive roar he shoved up and away, and the beast-man was suddenly flying through the air a good 15 feet before falling to the earth again.
Without wasting a second Garkar leapt after him, clearing the great distance without a second thought. As he dropped he brought his left fist smashing down, aimed at the man who just barely managed to roll out of the way and scramble to his feet. Instead, the explosive blow smashed into the ground, throwing up bits of mud and earth from the impact.
Garkar could now see that his opponent was unarmed, probably having dropped his blade at some point, but that didn't stop him; the closeness to victory only seemed to speed him up.
He began to pull his entire body around, lashing out with his scaled fist in a brutal haymaker. The beast-man jumped back a step to dodge, but it's motions were clearly slower then before. Garkar didn't hesitate, he actually let his momentum continue spinning in a full circle and punching out again, this time taking into consideration the enemies likely dodge.
This time the blow connected solidly. The powered punch caused the beast-man to fly back and smash against one of the nearby cliff walls. Garkar watched for another second or two as he breathed heavily, but the beast-man didn't appear to be moving any more.
With the enemy downed, Garkar rested his right hand on his hip for a moment only for pain to suddenly shoot through his side. Looking down, he only then noticed the blood running down his left side. Still, it seemed as though the wounds looked worse then they actually were.
