As raise their fists and get ready to fight Darrol makes one last remark. “It’s gonna be embarrassing when you have to limp to your pack with a swollen face.” This insult was enough to finally send Agar to his breaking point. With a loud yell, he wildly attacks the hare with a barrage of punches. Darrol does a good job of dodging and countering the wolf’s frenzied attacks.

He was outright taking advantage of his anger as his opponent’s face started to bruise. This advantage didn’t last too long however as the enraged warrior started to land a few punches. At first a few jabs grazed the hare’s head and then a few hooks and crosses hit him dead on. Darrol starts to feel Agar’s determination to bring him down as he counters with a quick elbow.

The blow opens a cut on Agar’s face as he trades a punch with the bun. Rocked by the blow, he stumbles and falls over. Taking a few panicked breaths Darrol grunts out “I might have overdone it.” Agar rises back to his feet saying “Don’t back out now.” smiling with a quiet growl behind his words