"Ohhhhhh, I'm gonna smash your face in for that," Saskwach groaned.
Saskwach turned to his stealthy assailant. He was weaving and ducking as puny weaklings often do in the face of strength. Saskwach chortled, a sound that was closer to a series of pleased barks.
"Nice moves, pip-squeak. I'm impressed. I sure look like a big dumb oaf compared to you."
Saskwach wound back ever so slowly and threw a massive hook that swept a long curve of falling snow out of the air. Rain easily flipped backwards out of its arc, and returned to face his-
WHAM.
His shoulder exploded in pain as Saskwach's foot smashed into it with the force of four men. This hulking brute had pivoted around his previous strike to deliver a stunning roundhouse kick to his midget rival.
Saskwach assumed an odd pose, splaying his feet diagonal to his waistline, one forward and one back.
"I am the final scion of a dead race of warrior monks. Born to snow, suckled by frost, raised in ice, trained at the peaks of mountains in the ways of Life, Death, and the Eternal Winter. I am no mere monster. I am the final master of Sask-Fu, and you will know the depths of your mistake before sun gives way to moon."