The bruiser is incautious as he swings his axe, not expecting much from you, most likely. You're able to quickly sidestep the weapon and startle him with a quick, limber kick to the ear.
For about a dozen terrifying seconds, you dart around the graverobber, striking blows wherever you can and trying quite hard not to be dismembered. When he staggers away, bruised and cowed, and runs as fast as he can down the hill, no one is more startled than you.
The bruiser suddenly jerks his head back and topples over backwards. The hunter stands before him, lowering their dirk. There's a red impression of the weapon's pommel right in the center of the graverobber's forehead.
You look to see the lead graverobber limping down the hill and vaulting over the cemetery wall, out of sight. The one first-felled shows no sign of standing any time soon.
The hunter looks at you appraisingly. "You're full of surprises, fool."
Onward