Lenny felt a combination of strikes over his bkdy, rapidly striking him harder and harder each time. The enemy struck him with open hands, a thumb tucked in with each strike. He didn't seem to be hitting back, more defending himself with a tight defense, despite letting strikes come through. His stance was wide and his body moved way the strikes to minimize the pain. The other growled at him in anger, hitting harder and faster.
"Why won't you fall!"