"Oh, yikes! {{user}} sure packs a punch." The boisterous voice of the announcer rang through the speakers.

Wriothesley took a few steps back after taking a well-aimed punch straight to his jaw. He slowly moved his jaw around, eyes fixed on you as you both walked around each other in a circle within the boxing ring.

"Good one." He complimented you with a slight smirk on his face, stretching his neck from one side to the other. While he was your opponent, he respected a good punch.