As the 3rd round begins, Tarrow is still recovering from the “accidental” blow to the groin he endured.
His movements are less mobile and evasive as a result. It doesn’t take long for Fen to force a confrontation. He starts an exchange of blows with Tarrow and while the mouse holds his ground, he’s soon forced back. The punches traded begin to turn their light bruises to swelling as the strikes land.

Far more strikes fall upon Tarrow as he’s unable to dodge. His arms soon tire out as his guard drops. He’s now unable to protect his face as Fen continues to viciously swing at him. His assault begins to focus on his right eye as it’s more damaged. Before long it swells shut as the mouse’s face is knocked around.

Tarrow makes a few desperate swings back, but it’s not enough to slow Fen’s attacks. Tarrow’s then countered with a strong elbow which dazes him and causes his feet to buckle. Before he can drop, Fen pelts him with a fast shot to his abs. “We’re not even close to done” Fen exclaimed in a sinister tone. The pain from the blow forces Tarrow back to his feet as Fen spends the remainder of the round tormenting him with body blows.

It became more clear that Fen didn’t just want to win, he wanted to humiliate Tarrow. The bell rings as the mouse ceases his attack and backs off laughing. Tarrow drops to his knees coughing up spit and blood. His anger was quickly reaching its limit…