Hrmm...most of my entertaining stories have to do with our old Warhammer Fantasy RPG campaign a few years back. I was playing a half Bretonnian half Imperial illegitimate noble descended from a Bretonian grand duke who had some serious identity issues and was not very tough but was really quick (as aspiring duelist/assassins tend to be).
Anyway, one of the early adventures saw our party at a roadside carnival of sorts in the Empire. There was a boxing ring set up, and a sign saying that anyone who could beat the champion would win 10 gold. My party members figure \"what the heck?\" and decide to jump in the ring, one by one, to see how they fare (keep in mind that, like most systems, WFRP had some pretty heinous penalties for trying to fight unarmed if you don\'t have the necessary skill).
First up was the huge burly fighter. Built like a bowling ball, he was the \"toughest\" of our group. A swing and a miss later, he\'s on the ground after pretty much being knocked unconscous with one punch. Next up is the elf outlaw. Tougher than the average elf, but he still goes down in one hit to the face (which I think ended up breaking something, because the storyteller told us that his face swelled up like a canteloupe). Just for giggles, our physician student decides to jump in (because Jason Soles, the player, is a nut...ask old folks from the Cam ^_^). He, of course, gets cleaned out and I think he actually flew bodily out of the ring.
Now I hadn\'t really been interested up to this point, because my character had more gold than that in his pocket anyway and didn\'t think he wanted to get his pretty face broken in several places. After seeing my compatriots get squished like bugs, I hit upon the brilliant idea that my character, the fluffy noble who tends to stagger in a strong breeze, would take on the champ to avenge my compatriots and, more importantly, because it seemed like a real challenge.
I get the jump on him and hit him as hard as I can with my soft-skinned fist...which does absolutely nothing to the guy, so he takes a huge swing. I then realize what my character has that my compatriots all sorely lacked...the ability to dodge blows. My next hit is a critical that ends up breaking the guy\'s nose. I collect the 10 gold purse rather disdainfully (because I really don\'t need that money) and journey around the ring to gather up my barely conscious and highly bruised travelling companions, who now think my character is some sort of fighting protege.
