Re: [punching, the redux]
Dude was not thinking about right or wrong moves, man. Adrian had invited him here for a reason, and the dude was going to go for it. The last time, they'd danced around and bullshitted, and this was not going to happen twice. Had something shifted? Perhaps, man, and perhaps it was a good thing. Honesty, Patrick believed, belonged in families, even if his had a problem with it (generally). Whether or not he had a right to run out of patience was not for Adrian to decide, just like Patrick could not make decisions about Adrian's feelings.
But none of this was spoken, and so the only thing that mattered were the fists that Adrian blocked and dodged. Patrick, however, did not get worked up. If anything, he was just annoyed with himself. He was good in a fight. Boxing had not been his sport, but he had boxed in school, and he had boxed at the academy, and to not land even one punch in a flurry? This was shit.
So, dude stepped back, also out of range. "What the fuck are you doing against the ropes, man? Fuck this. If this is the game we are playing? Then I am done," he said, and he began to climb out. "If you want to play headgames, bring your fists. I do not want to hurt you, but you said we were going to fight, and, dude, I am sorry to inform you that fighting involves hurting people and landing punches. Either run your mouth, or fly your fists."