Crunch
Was the sound that those fans above the wall would hear. Pip was not being nice, as the sound heard would be Pip's hidden armor crashing against Ryu's sand armor. See, sewn into Pip's leather jacket was a layer of thin chainmail which would be the source of the extra density behind Pip's shoulder ram. And then, as Pip would be sliding his shoulder back for yet another strike he felt...
Something...
Not...
Quite...
Right...
Something...
Not...
Quite...
Right...
"AUGH!"
Would be the sound erupting from Pip's mouth as he felt his collarbone snap. He had on a high-necked collar that had chainmail sewn in between the layers, and as such the contracting armor over Pip's neck would take a little more time to knock him out, but the sheer amount of the gooey armor on the teenagers shoulder was enough to crack his collarbone, and start his wrists grinding.
His arms would be protected for the same reason as his neck, but not nearly so long. A couple more seconds and his arms would be breaking as well, but that was a few seconds.
A few seconds in a fight was a long time.
Very long.
Pip had drawn back in preparation to slam his shoulder into Ryu's gut again, but it was apparent to even the boy that doing so with a broken collar bone was not a good idea. A slight adjustment to how he had been planning on pushing off of his feet and the reality of the situation would become apparent...

That's right. For Pip's psionic grips would be letting go as his collar was overcome with pain, and so as he would be driving his forehead upwards, Ryu would be being released from his awkward self-hug. The hope?
That Ryu, newly released from that face hugging, would drop his hands away from his face to be met with a Pip-forehead-shaped projectile coming in towards the bridge of his nose.
This could get bloody.
The crowd would love it.
