The fists worked right and left; such a clearing of ground was never seen for sickle or scythe.

And it was taken respectfully; for Science proclaimed her venerable self in the style and the perfect sufficiency of the strokes.

A bruiser delivered them.

No shame to back away before a bruiser.

There was rather an admiring envy of the party claiming the nimble champion on their side, until the very moderate lot of the Mackrells went stepping forward along the strewn path with sticks pointed.
If they had walked it like gentlemen, they would have been allowed to get through.