"You'll just have to trust me, won't you?" Puck snapped tiredly, his head throbbing. He figured he'd have left an impression of his circlet on his own forehead after a knock like that. "Okay, I promise. No more punches or kicks. Fight's over. We both won, right? No shame in a draw." He held out his sliced tunic. "Besides, believe it or not, I think you got the better of me, yeah? I mean, all I had was my stupid fists and kicks. You had an actual
weapon. I never thought that was terribly fair, that you lot get weapons."
Releasing the shredded front of his tunic, Puck sighed and leaned against a nearby tree. "I'm giving you the opportunity to save face with your superiors, mate. At least consider the break I'm letting you have."
He rubbed his forehead. "s**t, that hurt. You got a hard head."