Bobby had a weird smile on his face as he jumped back into proper form from the ground. He looked at the various cuts littering his body and smiled. The fight was good, the fight was exhilarating, furthermore, the big ape was certain that he was going to win.
Why wouldn't he? Sure, he was filled with wounds, but they weren't serious. Some were a bit worse than others, but he could manage. It had been so long since he met an opponent willing to duke it out with fists.
Bobby liked fighting, he liked a duel to the death with his fists. However, Bobby liked winning more than fighting, and he was going to win. He turned his head down to look at the mass of flesh in his right hand. He had tore the arm of his opponent before he was thrown away, and this was the sign of his victory.
