Avon vs. Gunn Sarr
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The first serious scrap of the fourth series and Avon's looking confident. Hmm . . . that thing Gunn Sar's holding looks a bit sharp to me but then, what do I know? Avon selects his weapon, "a glove." Sounds to me as though he's taking Marquis of Queensbury rules a little too far. Gunn Sar agrees, and shoves Avon into the dirt. |
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Five seconds into the bout, and Avon's lying in the mud beneath a sword wielding maniac. Fortunately he's already removed his best studded waistcoat. Unfortunately he's still lying in the mud beneath a sword wielding maniac. |
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Avon's not going to take things lying down, though, and leaps up, barreling into his opponent. Unfamiliarity with Avon's ballroom dancing technique puts Gunn Sar off guard long enough for Avon to escape. |
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Having freed himself from the immediate threat of impalement, Avon adopts a more acrobatic approach, leaping around the quarry in a dramatic leg-splay maneuver. A useful divertional tactic, but not as effective as . . . |
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... this. A masterful display of fighting style. Note Avon's cunning use of gaping mouth and wildly flailing arms to confuse and disorient his opponent. Having thoroughly wrong-footed his foe, Avon moves in for the kill . . . |
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That's more like it! Avon skillfully foils Gunn Sar by stepping on his sword and beating him when he's down. Here Avon employs his patented 'drop-knee' maneuver - a complicated blend of Martial arts, hand jive and Riverdance guaranteed to fell even the hardiest opponent. His superiority firmly established, Avon follows up by . . . |
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. . . running away. Looks like a good move to me, but Avon has something else up his sleeve (apart from all that mud, that is) |
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"An ordinary domestic fusion rod." The use of the word 'ordinary' here says a lot about Avon's home environment. Nevertheless, the yellow laser of death puts paid to Gunn Sar's plans, making this a perfect time to run for the hills. |
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Sadly, prey to the folly of all victors, Avon can't resist lingering to gloat. "All that underground heat, light, power, and you never considered where it came from?" he says, clearly angling for another beating. You know, hanging around like this anyone could come up and- |
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-cosh you over the head. Oh dear. No-one likes a bad winner, Avon. |
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So there we have it: An undignified and humiliating collapse brings the battle to an end. |
TACTICS: 60% Some fine dirty fighting, but no points gained for being bludgeoned
during the final standoff.
STYLE: 40% Unflattering facial expressions and liberal covering of mud do
little for Avon's image.
OUTCOME: 10% Unconscious. In a puddle.
OVERALL SCORE: 37%