Barfights in pulp stories have a certain set of clichés a writer has just about no choice but to embrace. There are probably TVtropes pages, but I can’t be bothered to look them up.
In other news, one of my future stories will be entitled “Nathaniel Cannon and the Secret of the Dutchman’s Cross”. It won’t be about Cannon learning a new boxing maneuver from a man from the Netherlands, although that might be an arc to file away if I ever need filler.
