Fight.... Sort Of.

Tim’s instincts had kicked in and he clumsily sidestepped the incoming blow. Raising his arms in a defensive position Tim prepared for another attack as another large fist came for his face.

SMACK!!

-28HP

Tim had successfully blocked the punch but still took high damage causing him some worry. ‘Shit that hurt and my HP went down by 28. How much worse would it be if I didn’t block that attack? I need to end this fast, I’d rather not find out what happens when my HP hits 0.’ Tim knew his only chance was to be faster than Chad when trading blows but worried could he actually hurt the man? As Chad readied another punch Tim used his higher Agility to pivot around Chad stopping just short of his back. Tim put as much **** into his punch as he could but was inexperienced in any form of fighting. Despite his being an amateur his Agility made all the difference and his punch connected to the side of Chad’s face just between his cheek and eye.

SMACK!!

-15HP

‘Holy shi-’ Tim’s though was unfinished as Chad turned and punched Tim in a weakened state. Surprisingly the power Chad used was enough to knock Tim ****.

SMACK!!!!

-35HP

The last thing Tim saw was a number indicating his doom. ‘Damn it.’ Was all he could think as his consciousness left him. Tim floated in complete darkness but could hear muffled sounds and voices. Despite this Tim’s thoughts remained like static until a familiar presence reached him. “Grandpa?” as Tim asked a bright light filled his vision and he awoke in an unfamiliar bed.