BRAWL!

The fight lasted almost an hour destroying most of the house I had known these past years since I came to this city. I can still feel his claws digging into my back. Our battle had raged across my make-shift lab for nearly ten minutes with neither of us achieving the upper hand before I noticed his weakness. The difference in our facial structure while allowing for greater peripheral vision on his part allows for a slight blind spot whenever an opponent was directly in front of him. While he compensated fairly well by always moving that god damned giant head of his, I managed to take advantage of this blind spot by always dancing to the center of his line of sight. Two vicious and devastating blows to the side of his neck strain the powerful muscles restraining his muscle movement and thus improving my advantage. We were both tiring at this point, I knew Crock knew it too because his remarks and cocky demeanor have vanished leaving only silence. I could feel myself slowly starting to overwhelm King Crock as the fight progressed, all those nights of running along rooftops or dirty streets have definitely been worth it. I got overconfident at one point and felt the burning hot pain as the beast's claws ripped through my shirt and strafed my ribs. Suddenly the door to my house is blown apart, literally the entire frame is reduced to splinters of wood. A maniacal laugh can be heard, "Guess whose back!"