It wasn't five more minutes before carson was breathing very deeply, to the point he was gasping. He had a very great stamina but he bounced alot and was constantly moving and attacking which left his fights to only last about 10 minutes, if his opponent was good enough to last, and bakster was just that. It was almost instantly that bakster threw a knife hand into carson's stomach and landed and upper cut to the chin. though Carson stumbled back the was pulled back by a few fingers wrapped together behind his head and made contact with a knee to the face. Carson fell to the ground, still awake but to tired to get up. Bakster didn't fair much well either. His face was covered with purple, his cheek and eye especially his lip bleed and his black eye was to swelled to see from. His stomach was just as red and covered in bruises, his legs felt like they were about to give out and he was breathing very heavily. His hunched over figure walked over to Carson to help him up.
"you dame ain't ganna like you having a face like that man, if she's even real" said Carson as he got up. he didn't fair to well either, being covered in slashes in the stomach from being clawed at and just as many bruises on his face and torso, but even more trouble walking than bakster.
"she's real man, you must have seen her before, you gatta have, she's real nice" responded bakster as he helped Carson back into the house.