He Lacks Discipline. Let him Tire Himself Out

Noah takes one lightning-fast swing at you after another, and nearly catches you on the chin a couple of times. You're back-pedaling, and to onlookers, it might even appear that you're overwhelmed. This is not the case. You *want* him to keep taking these swings at you, because he's putting the entirety of his power behind each and every blow. No man can keep up this level of exertion indefinitely, and all you need to do is survive the onslaught until he runs out of steam.

Your patience is rewarded. Noah's strikes start to slow down. His power is waning, to the point where you're now able to block the blows. Noah doesn't seem to know what to do with this, and starts to get ****. He redoubles his efforts, but you know that he's about to punch himself right out of this competition.

Noah rears backwards, breaking up his momentum, as he readies one last punch.