WHAT!?

But it art not over, for thee art a treacherous fiend. Thou springest up onto thy hands and feet and crawlest over as he is flaunting and grab him by ye ankles, pulling him down onto ye ground. Thou wickedly kickest him in ye WIZARDOUS MANPARTS and he doth double over in pain. "YOOOWWWOOOOO" he cryeth. Thou kickest him again and again as he writhe.

Ye crowd boos most detestingly at thy dishonor in ye way of fighting. Thou turnest towards ye denizens and hold out thy own arms, laugh, and stick out thy tongue so as to tell ye audience that their moraliteigh of combat holds no sway upon thy conscience.

One member of ye crowd begineth to chew out ye nearby WIZARD REFEREE, but ye ref seemeth just to shake his head. There art nothing in ye rulebook about such things.

Thou takest ye nearby WIZARD MICROPHONE and begin to speak, "This wizard thinkest he might bringeth his," and this next thing thou sayeth most mockingly, "'RIGHTEOUS WRATH' uponst me. But he is not willing to do WHAT IT TAKETH to be YE BEST!" Thou sayeth. Ye denizens' booing become only louder as thou sayeth such taunts. Thou lookest to one young denizen in particular who art holding an "I love Adventurer" sign and art cheering most strongly at what thou sayest. Thou winkest at him and he screameth with glee at thy recognition.

A shadow begineth to cast over thee ast thou art doing thy wickedous crowd work...