Stutely planted his feet as Scarlet ploughed into him. He'd been a better-than-decent wrestler, once upon a time. Even made a bit of coin off it on the odd occasion, competing for wagers at the midsummer fair. But they were a long way removed from those days, and even as he grappled with Scarlet he could feel the growing protest in muscles depleted by malnutrition and infection. It didn't take long for his footing to slip, and he was driven backwards in a stumble.
Fresh pain bloomed across his lower back as he crashed into a table, half-healed wounds jarred by the impact. "FUCKER!" Stutely kicked out blindly. "You're – being – ridiculous!" he yelled as he mashed a hand into Scarlet's face.