The Champ is known for his footwork more than anything else. He can throw a punch, of course, but it’s uncanny how he can evade or attack in unexpected directions. It’s the extra leg that does it.
I had nearly ten thousand credits on the Yourian challenger. Twelve feet tall, solid muscle covered by thick carapace. One solid blow from either of his fists would have ended it.
But the Champ just danced. For ten rounds the Yourian was punching thin air. Those huge bony knuckles never connected once.
I’ll have to go offworld until I can pay the marker.