It was a light flow, but there was a distinctive heat exclusive to the Dragonheart blood he possessed; perhaps it was through a direct usage of his physicality, but it seemed to awaken that slumbering bloodline.
Still, he wasn't by any means 'experienced' in close-quarters combat with his fists as when he went in for another punch, he slipped up, disturbed by the ripples of water and his own anxiousness.
"Wah!"
The flower-eyed gorilla took advantage of his slip-up, slamming one of its fists against his cheek.
At that moment, he saw stars as his entire body was flung back from the power behind the savage blow.
Still, despite the flashiness of the blow received, he was able to recover quickly, though with a reddened, throbbing cheek as he spit out blood from his mouth.
That didn't knock me out. That's good news, he thought, if it wasn't for my draconic constitution, my brains would probably be spilling out from that hit.
