Feeling suddenly quite primal, you launch yourself at Rogan—and you're almost pleased to learn that he isn't quite the physical weakling you might have taken him for. He fights back quite capably.
Rogan isn't trying to pummel you, you notice. Rather, he's trying to grab you, to fix you in a joint lock or throw you to the floor. Perhaps he knows some aikido.
Your own combat experience is fairly minimal: Fortune 500 CEOs rarely brawl. Still, you do what you can to hold him off, while looking for a way to gain an advantage.
That advantage never comes, however. You backpedal away from Rogan, but you step on an Optimus Prime figurine lying on the floor. You skid, and Rogan manages to grab your wrist and pull you off-balance. You fall down.
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