Fight participant

Usage examples of brawler.

She stood beside King Danube and told the story of her first meeting with Avelyn, when he was known as the Mad Friar, little more than a drunken brawler to the unobservant, but in truth a man who had learned to see clearly the errant course of the Abellican Church and was trying, in any way he could find, to illuminate the people of the world.

The new arrival dipped his chin to the brawler and the man in black then, with more agility and speed than Bezul expected, leapt into the pit and out of it again, a deep blue enameled chest clutched like an infant in his arms.

A Codesh brawler caught the force of its fist and flew in a great arc that ended on the other side of the wall, leaving her poleaxe behind.

The old man had been a formidable brawler in his day, but it was obvious from the way Nicos moved that, without sufficient strength or agility to back them up, his rusty skills no longer posed a threat.

Though young, he had a dissolute look, the puffy eyes and ruddy cheeks of a barroom brawler who would be content to spend his life drinking and fighting, both of which he no doubt did well.

He was surprised that anything in this life could still scare him, but as he looked at this twist of wreckage and bodies, a cluttered sacrifice, he understood that he was just a common brawler, incapable of anything close to this display.

But Billy, although not particularly well liked by the other workers, had not had a reputation as a brawler or a vicious man.

The man was polished and his education was obvious, but at heart there was that brawler James had recognized at once.

The brawler jumped on the back of a gleaming, chromed motorcycle and roared off into the night.

Brennon was a bar brawler, not the type to hit a defenseless woman in some sort of retribution.

Mahtra and Zvain were behind him, then unslung his staff as Codesh brawlers came out of the haze, poleaxes raised and swinging.

Nunk and his companions, perhaps the other war bureau manipleoutside the gate, keeping the brawlers on the killing ground until the war bureau fighters finished their retribution.

When a five-hundred-pound pair of DesPlainian freestyle brawlers strikes furniture it is the furniture that breaks, not the men.

Sailors got a hold on Lionel, separating the two of them like brawlers at a country fair.

Crude brawlers, these self-styled cantrev lords are unfit to command even their own households.