The Dornellian's other hand slashed out. Larry blocked it with his own arm and sent a hard left to the midsection of the eight-foot monster.
The Dornellian backed away, snarling. The fight was on for real, now. "Little Earthman, I'm going to kill you!"
He leaped in suddenly, and his fist smashed against Larry's face. Larry rolled with the blow, but it brought the taste of blood to his mouth.
His feet moving fast, the Earthman bobbed back away from the giant. He felt a glow of pleasure within himself. Here was his chance to practice a little with a Dornellian! What better training was there for a championship bout than a barroom brawl? He had to watch out for those claws though—those deadly razors that sprouted from the Dornellian's fingertips.
Two other Dornellians started to move in, but an Aldebaranian—a huge reptilian beast, slow-moving but powerful—stepped in front of them.
"Keep back," he hissed, in his snakelike voice. "This is a personal quarrel."
Larry heard an Arcturian spider-man click his mandibles together and whisper: "Yes, let the Earthman fight it out by himself."