Moss was on his back, lying in a crater that was formed from the impact of being punched hard into the ground. His body ached, but since he was a Bearkin, it wasn't enough to put him out of a fight. In fact, he felt fine, better than ever, even.
"I admit, girl, your punches are impressive." He stood up, cracking his neck. "But it will take more than that to put me down!"
A wide grin grew on Ginger's face. She hung her sword over her shoulders and looked down into the crater with excitement.
"Good!" She shouted. "I was hoping you had more fight in you! I'm here for a good fight, and while I know you're weak, that won't stop me from having fun!"
Her words struck a nerve in Moss. He was a powerful beastkin warrior, descended from bears, the largest land predator, and his strength was just insulted. He wasn't going to allow Ginger to trample on his pride.