Your fistfight aims to dominate by switching my fear on and my intelligence off. You'll find I'm immune to such things. So while my skin and bones will get damaged, I'm sure, you'll find I am patient enough to allow a few lost battles in the aim of winning the war.
Fistfights are primitive, so you can be sure that none will happen here unless your brain goes into basic mode. And then, I promise you, I will both fight full strength and seek peace simultaneously in all possible ways. That's is what clever people do.
A fistfight happens when there is a failure of the brain. In the me vs me battle, someone loses and this anger, this lack of self control, this deficit of empathy, this poverty of creative perspective taking... well... it leads to the solutions of the primitive brain. These solutions are... very primitive. Everything that makes humans good and clever lives in the prefrontal cortex and that, my dear, in these bloody confrontations, is exactly what gets switched off.
I take no pleasure in taking you down. None. It's just necessary. You love to hurt and I can't heal my family with you around. Giving mercy is good until it is proven to hurt the innocent, then see me come out fighting. I haven't even swung a punch yet and I see you quiver. How weak you are. This isn't cruelty, this is mercy and justice combined. You cannot control yourself and so I control you. Fight me and you know I'll win, or maybe you like gambling? It's a sin, you know, as is greed.
Some are jealous of a master, others come to learn. Enter my dojo and I will teach. Show me disrespect and you can find your own way out. Show me you are better and I bow to you and learn. I am not arrogant, I'm just good, very good. So perhaps you want a fistfight, fine by me, come empty handed and we'll see who leaves with their pride in a sling.
I never came looking for a fight. I am a pacifist by nature, but no-one stands back and watches their child be injured unless they are a defective moron. I'm not. So hands are up, I see you there, coward, analyzing your next move. I hear your devil tongue and my art is greater. So come crude boxer, come, and see what a true master can do.