Stand Still and Brace for

You sink into a defensive posture. His first kick comes right at your head, and you block it. The block hurts your forearm, and pain lances up your shoulder, but at least he didn't knock you out.

But, while you're still reeling from the blunted blow, Piet is already aiming a vicious arc-kick at your ribcage. You barely manage to slide out of the way of a kick that would've put you on your ass for sure.

You try to find an opening, but he's much faster than you. Every time you look for a shot of your own, he punishes you with a quick fist to the gut, or a knee to the flank. The hits aren't terribly powerful, but they're starting to add up. Eventually, Piet knocks you down.

Straddling your hips, Piet raises his fist. He's about to rain Hell down on you.