[Dimly satisfied - and yet somehow, not - Davy straightens back up with slowness and care. In the heat of battle it's easy to dismiss injuries; adrenaline will carry a man through a fight more than most things. But now that his opponent is clearly yielding, the bruises and aches rush up to meet the old sea captain and he seems to stagger, wounded]
[It's the truth; he has no heart or passion in this fight. Dent's not the man he wants to be facing, not truly]
...
[With a nod of acquiescence, he steps back and removes his pipe from his coat, to resume the activity immediately prior to the beating]
[spam]
[It's the truth; he has no heart or passion in this fight. Dent's not the man he wants to be facing, not truly]
...
[With a nod of acquiescence, he steps back and removes his pipe from his coat, to resume the activity immediately prior to the beating]