Don't believe in no-win scenarios

The orc's strength catches Harrowheart off guard, but he grits his teeth and defies her with all he's got. He grips the table with his other hand, and his bicep pulls the fabric of his suit taut. Here's hoping the stitching holds.

Harrowheart huffs a laugh as he pushes in vain against her. "Not bad for a breather."

And then it's... A whole lot of nothing. Two duelists, each alike in dignity strength, doesn't necessarily produce the most riveting competition. For his part, Harrowheart doesn't breathe, and his facial expression remains nearly unchanging but for the frequent twitch of his brow.

And then there's the sound of cloth tearing. It must be his suit. Right?...