Octavius
Octavius raises a brow in return at her next question, then relaxes as he considers things from her point of view. He does not blend in well with the surrounding crowd; that much is true. And her assumption is correct to a certain extent: he hasn't fought in this particular ring before. He supposes he should be grateful that a stranger is trying to warn him in this way. Apparently, just because you're in this place doesn't mean you're a complete bastard. His brow furrows as he realizes that's the assumption he made about everyone here as soon as he walked in.
"Oh, I have fought before, don't worry. Just not here, and not particularly like this." In truth, Octavius preferred to fight with swords above anything else, as this is where his skills lie. But in here, it's all fisticuffs. Octavius looks at the woman again and wonders why exactly she's here.
"Will you fight as well, or have you come to watch?" It struck him suddenly that it would be a good idea to size her up if she was indeed going to be an opponent.
"Oh, I have fought before, don't worry. Just not here, and not particularly like this." In truth, Octavius preferred to fight with swords above anything else, as this is where his skills lie. But in here, it's all fisticuffs. Octavius looks at the woman again and wonders why exactly she's here.
"Will you fight as well, or have you come to watch?" It struck him suddenly that it would be a good idea to size her up if she was indeed going to be an opponent.
i could stop dreaming and start believing in forever and ever and ever again
