The Duck in Black faces Fezzik.
Duck in Black: So what happens now?
Fezzik: We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks. No weapons. Skill against skill alone.
They fight. The Duck in Black jumps onto Fezzik’s back and squeezes his neck until he falls unconscious to the ground.
Duck in Black: I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But in the meantime, rest well and dream of large ducks.
He runs off in pursuit of Butterquack and Vizzini.