[ hafid alghul is usually a solid bet. there's enough pent up rage and sincerely held superiority in him to make him an excellent fighter in the ring, and though many of the challengers they put in front of him are bigger men with bodies like tree trunks, he does well in taking them down. watching him fight is like watching a snake go after a lion. tenacious, determined, and almost effortlessly vicious. she'd earned a solid wager on him tonight.
but she hadn't expected him to make his way into the crowds, so her surprise is as genuine as his when he calls her name. his approach tears her attention away from the ring. ]
Hafid, [ nearly shouted above the din of the crowd's jeers for better action. if she wants to speak without shouting herself, she'll have to abandon her spot to step a little closer. ] Nice moves out there. Join me for a drink?
[ neatly sidestepping the question of her presence in favor of post-victory celebration? sure, why not. ]
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but she hadn't expected him to make his way into the crowds, so her surprise is as genuine as his when he calls her name. his approach tears her attention away from the ring. ]
Hafid, [ nearly shouted above the din of the crowd's jeers for better action. if she wants to speak without shouting herself, she'll have to abandon her spot to step a little closer. ] Nice moves out there. Join me for a drink?
[ neatly sidestepping the question of her presence in favor of post-victory celebration? sure, why not. ]