You put one foot in front of the other, circling, and you wait for your opponent to move. He does, stepping forward with a drag step you see coming a mile away and whipping around a roundhouse kick that takes far too long to get to you the way he thinks it will. Instead of retreating, you step forward into his circle of movement, smiling as his heel cuts through the air where you were only a moment ago; you catch him with your elbow, clean and straight into the solar plexus. Your foot is already behind his as he scrambles for balance on his remaining leg. You push with your elbow, almost casual, and he goes down with a hard, breath-stealing thunk on the dojo mat.
You can still feel yourself smiling as you look down at him. You win.