Re: [punching, the redux]
Good. Let the dude bring his anger. Patrick had known it was there since the situation with the book, this anger, and here it was, man. He was glad to have it in the open. The dude was much better at throwing fists than he was at verbal warfare. He was not afraid of a solid punch, but he did not possess the wit required for true cruelty, man. Adrian was witty, and Patrick knew this most well. Bring it, dude. This was long overdue.
Patrick was not a small dude. He was 6'2, and he was muscular beneath his clothing. The dude did not seem bulky, but he had no trouble with any type of physical exertion. The fact that he had spent two years wielding a sword, sleeping on the cold ground, and trekking from morning until sunset, it was something he had managed to cull out of his language and behavior (for the benefit of others), but it was still a reality, and he brought that into this ring.
He continued to body-corner his bro, and he blocked Adrian's attempt at his head. The hit to the sternum landed, but it was a calculated thing that Patrick allowed to land as he (arms firmly around Adrian's middle), grabbed the dude and pretty much tossed him from that corner of the ring to the center. It would have been more painful for the other dude if Patrick had remained there and wailed on him. This move was intended to injure his bro's pride over his bro's face. Patrick walked himself toward the center of the ring, as if this was a lazy day in the park. "That all you have, man?" he asked, every bit the insufferable jock.