The two start their personal bout on the outskirts of town flinging light jabs at each other. The two men start out only testing the other man’s speed and reactions. For the most part they avoid each other’s attacks with only the occasional stray punch landing. From the first few that did land, Gritt could already tell he had the superior punching power. It isn’t long before he decides to mount the first real offense of the fight.

Sven does his best to react and defend, dodging most of the blows. His evasion doesn’t last, as a fast hook hits him dead on and staggers him. As he sees the fox falter, Gritt goes all in to bring Sven down fast. Sven’s face is pelted with strike after strike, soon drawing blood and giving him a few bruises. The fox retaliates with a few counters but none shake Gritt from his assault. Sven stumbles to the ground bleeding from his nose and mouth as Gritt bears a look of smug satisfaction.

“Oh come on, I thought you were better than that.” The hare says with a shit-eating grin. Sven picks himself up wiping a bit of blood of replying “I’m gonna enjoy pulverizing that cute face of yours”