Riff lunged at Pang, initiating his first offensive attack after their exchanges, taking control of the battle's rhythm for the first time, and while both were unarmed, the punching invigorated him even more.
His fists heavily struck Pang's cheeks, hook punches, all from his right hand.
Forceful and heavy, not very rapid in frequency, but Pang had fallen into his rhythm of attack and couldn't dodge; he could only take each punch with his face.
Earlier, when Riff sparred with Lord, they wielded swords while Lord only used his fists, not even feinting, just plain hook punches that were inescapable.
Pang was no different.
After three consecutive punches, Pang's head reeled, and he spat out blood, collapsing to the side.
"To the dungeon!" Riff turned around, "Save the Lord!"
The situation of his own side wasn't that optimistic; some were winning, but others were losing.
