What do you mean we can't throw scones at them?!

[England]

England grunted in pain and lost his balance easily after the hits had landed, finding himself falling once more as his legs trembled beneath him. He never did hit the ground, though, as he put his hands out and rolled over his right shoulder, landing in a crouch. His leg immediately shot out from below him in a circle arch, aimed to hit Korea at ankle-level, hopefully strong enough to sweep him feet right from underneath him.

[[x] South Korea]

England's swipe managed to send Korea reeling to the side, though Korea himself was already so discombobulated naturally, that regaining his balance wasn't a huge feat. His ankle hurt, though, so he made sure to make sure that nothing drastic had happened to it. Thankfully, Korea couldn't feel anything, but he had also been known (as a small nation) to wander around with cuts without actually noticing anything.
Tripping backwards for a moment, then forwards, Korea kicked out at England again, though with the foot that hadn't been kicked.

[England]

Instead of blocking the kick, which he would have done had the bones in his arms not complained, England bent backwards, letting himself fall back on his hands, as as soon as Korea's leg had passed, he used one of his legs to kick him from below, hitting him square in the stomach again. He counted the number of times he'd hit him in the exact same spot, but found that he'd forgotten. Too many to count mentally. Either way, he just hoped Korea was getting winded, because he was getting tired.

[[x] South Korea]

Korea was getting thoroughly winded as he was kicked for the umpteenth time in the stomach. Taking a few steps backwards, putting some distance between him and England, Korea was now certain there would be some kind of sizable bruise there.
Coughing slightly, he wearily raised his arms in a defensive position again. England looked to be getting rather tired, something that Korea could use to his advantage, even though he was sporting a few bruises, so was the other nation.

[England]

England let himself fall on his back for a second's worth of rest, and then rolled backwards, ending up on his feet, crouched. Panting, he looked up at Korea, blinking some sweat and dust out of his eyes and judging his stance. He did look somewhat winded, at least, which was a plus. England just hoped the Asian nation was adept at hiding his pain, because honestly, England hadn't expected him to be able to stay in the game for so long.

"You're stronger than I expected you to be." his eyes flashed as he kept his eyes on him. "Not bad."

[[x] South Korea]

Korea laughed again, please with the almost-compliment. At least, that was how he took it, as he was more of a glass-half-full kind of person.
"Neulg-eun-i leul dangsin-eul gamsahasibsio!" Korea said, still pleased with himself. (He had never been the most tactful person)
^{(Translation: Thank you, old man~!)}
Korea wiped more of the stray blood residue off his upper lip from when he had gotten a bloody nose. Long fights were always tiresome, but one could never know how long a zombie raid would last.

[England]

"What do you say we end this?" England suggested, never moving his gaze away from Korea, but seeing the ominous storm clouds behind him loom overhead. "It might snow soon, and I, for one, do not want to be stuck outside." his fists were still bared, though, as even if they declared a truce, he wouldn't go down without a fight.

[[x] South Korea]

"Snow?" Korea glanced up to the sky, where he could se the large, dark clouds looming up overhead.

Snow was cold, and it was always harder to fight in cold weather. Korea nodded slowly, as if only partially agreeing to the statement.
He removed his eyes from the heavens, and reaffixed them upon the European nation, just in case something else happened.

...He had learned to be careful about instantly lowering his guard after somebody called a halt to whatever they were doing, for multiple reasons.

[England]

"Yes, snow, unless you hadn't noticed the way everything looks so grey." England rolled his eyes momentarily before taking a careful step forward. "It'll be dinnertime, soon, too. I wonder who's assigned cook today. Anyways, we better finish this." he then took another step forward, still weighing Korea out.

And then, he jumped, ready to punch Korea in the face again.

[[x] South Korea]

Korea jerked backwards, having still been at least partially ready to dodge some kind of attack from England.
"Hah~!"

Falling back on one hand, Korea supported himself on it and kicked out at England's legs, hoping to knock the European nation over. Feeling his foot connect with England's knee, Korea grinned wolfishly.

[England]

England grunted as pain ran across his leg, but rolled sideways so he could recuperate. He ended up in a crouch and pushed himself up, kneeing Korea in the side, but stumbling as he fell back on his feet. Pain was still ringing from the impact of Korea's foot with his knee joints, and he found that he couldn't put as much pressure on that leg than he could on the other. Biting his lip, he swore under his breath, but jumped in for another jab at his ribcage before, hopefully, Korea could find a chance to recuperate.

[[x] South Korea]

Korea had certainly lost count how many times he had been kneed, kicked, or punched in the side or stomach area. He was also certain that he would have a bruise there, and that there was probably already one there.

Coughing, Korea took a slightly shaky step backwards while quickly looking at the sky, wondering how soon it would be until it started snowing.
Sure, snow was fun and all, but being one big walking bruise and stuck out in the snow was not something that Korea really looked forward to.

Watching England again, Korea tilted forward slightly and swung his arm at England's neck, straightening his arm and tensing the muscles, hoping to catch the faking nation off guard.

[England]

England barely ducked in time, and the arm that was going for his neck impacted on his temple. Wincing and letting out a shaky gasp, he figured it was better than having his windpipe damaged, in any case.

Stumbling backwards, he took a moment to pant to catch his breath, and then jumped again, his entire body bemoaning all the pressure that was being put on it. He told himself it wouldn't be long now, and put all his strength into one last blitz.

The first punch was a jab aimed at Korea's forehead, and the second was a hook on his right. Putting his balance on one side of his body, England then swung his leg up high and kicked Korea in the ribcage, and closely followed with the other, completing his round-house kick and landing in a crouch, back to Korea.

[[x] South Korea]

Korea attempted to doge the first punch, and barely managed to. The rest of the barrage, however, he was not so lucky with.

The one good (if it could even be called that) thing that came out of it was that he managed to use the momentum from the final kick to fall to the side and leap (as fast as he could in his condition) back up.

It honestly wasn't the best of things to do, and was better when one was hit squarely in the back, but he was tired and bruised and he couldn't stand up completely straight anymore without wincing a bit.
Shaking his head to remove any potentially blurry spots, Korea ran forward and aimed a kick first at England's knee, then, with his other foot, at England's opposite shoulder.

[England]

England gasped as the hits from the back forced him flat on the ground and coughed out dust and bits of pebbles that had gotten in his mouth before rolling and springing back up on his feet. If he said so himself, his endurance wasn't all that bad. He was dying for a rest, though, no point in denying that.

"Heh. I guess it's true what they say." he wiped beads of sweat from his temple and smirked, before jumping right in again. This time, he threw a couple of light punches at Korea's face, easily blocked, and used the opportunity to spin around, his back to Korea's. He then turned and grabbed one of Korea's wrists, bending it against his back and snickering, as if amused. "Never give your back to the enemy."

And he smashed his elbow into the middle of the Asian nation's back.