[ A compliment? Yes, he'll accept that, thank you. ]

I won. [ He shrugs like it's no big deal. He's a nice, humble guy after all. ] Beginner's luck, you know, though I've got some previous experience. [ That and even though his true strength had been stripped from him, he still hit harder than he looked like he could.

And he knew where to hit to hurt the most. He knew all the places where regular humans were too soft, where he could press in with a hundredth of his former strength and still make them squeal.

He sizes Amos up, and takes a look around the room at the other people who have come to fight. ]

You look like you can hold your own. [ By normal standards, anyway. ] This isn't your first time fighting altogether, is it?