Which he's beginning to wonder if he could scrounge out of this.
The madman has no technical skill at all, but in his state is so difficult to put down he almost didn't need it. Terry's been holding his own, but he's getting a little tired. His opponent isn't.
There'd been rumors of this sort of fighting happening back home. Whispers. He didn't know what the name of it was, but supposedly there were fighters out there who would just totally lose it. Couldn't feel pain, couldn't think reason. All they wanted to do was destroy -- and that seems to be what he's up against. He needs to end this now.*
Geez, you really are a tough cookie, aren't you... Looks like I'm really going to have to pull out all the stops here.
*His opponent only screeches in reply, and the two charge each other again. Ho boy.*