You and your enemy stand on a now bloodied, slippery rooftop. A heavy storm soaks both of you. "IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?! GET UP!" That punch disoriented you, but he was just as beaten as well. You get up, ready to throw another punch in what was once a gun fight, then a knife fight, and now weak bare knuckle brawling. Rain washes the pooling blood from under you as you stand up with a determined battle cry, or rather pained scream. You can't lose.