Maybe, now here's a thought, just maybe, the senior adventurer in this instance should have clarified what constituted a win, like, at all. Because there are lots of different rule sets! There's first blood, and broken stance, and verbal yield, and dropping your weapon, and being knocked flat on your ass, and- basically, O'rhok has made a boo-boo, and worse yet: may not realize it.

Eorzea is rough and tumble enough that simply touching the ground doesn't mean anything unless you pause and stay that way- you can still be attacked, and he was expecting to be attacked! The different guilds don't accept a stumble as a loss without making you pay for it with some bruises, it's a hard-wired expectation. The clincher now? Ling's not from Eorzea, dumbass.

O'rhok makes his swing with the dust and launches forward with a powerful kick, very good at going forward in a straight line with one hand in a low fist ready to punch up at him!

But Ling is a lot further away from O'rhok's wide axe sweep than he thought he'd be. He's also not mid-attack as O'rhok thought he'd be. And he's more off balance than O'rhok thought he'd be. Huh. Maybe-

O'rhok stops his charge. His boots drag and kick up lines in the sawdust, the butt of his axe spiking the ground to anchor in front of him. He still stumbles into Ling a bit (they weren't that far) but there's no rib-bruising punch or excited bit of Chroma to give Ling a consequence for not pressing his attack.

The warrior holds up one metal-clad finger, most of his face still hidden but his mouth wearing a grimace.

"Either this is a very clever feint, bravo, or we might have missed a step in setting this up."