The match began with a fanfare of trumpets—the dark green reptilian charges at me, swinging his stone club at me. I duck out of the way just in time, and the club whizzes past my head. I quickly get to my feet and dodge another swing of the club. The reptilian is strong, but he's also slow. I know that if I can just get past him, I'll be able to outrun him. I feint to the left and then quickly move to the right. The reptilian swings his club at where I am, and I take the opportunity to run past him. I hear him roar in anger behind me, but I don't look back. I continued to swing my hammer, making contact with his stone club.