CIAN
the eye
Unable to take with him his many rings (wedding included), Ronin is given a ticket with which he might collect his things after. Which, given how small he looked comparitively, didn't seem likely.
The wet slap of skin and blood fills the air, as do howls of pain and hocked-spit that often accompanies a particularly gritty victory. Indeed the man Ronin sees will be his competition. Neckless, so large are the muscles of his shoulder, his skin boasts the buldges and bumps from numerous broken bones and poor-attempts at healing. "M'fam'ly needs this." He hisses through several missing teeth and a tongue which seems to have been bitten off at some point. "Won't g'easy." He warns, though surprisingly does sound a bit bad about it. Should Ronin look around, he'll see blood-thirst mixed with desperation, for both those in the ring and those around it.
Not everyone is here for the thrill of the fight. Some, are here purely to survive.
There is no bell to indicate the start of the fight, just the parting of the crowd and one body being dragged limply out of the ring.
"Us's turn." The giant of a man grunts as he wanders into the ring with an unsurprising familiarity.
The wet slap of skin and blood fills the air, as do howls of pain and hocked-spit that often accompanies a particularly gritty victory. Indeed the man Ronin sees will be his competition. Neckless, so large are the muscles of his shoulder, his skin boasts the buldges and bumps from numerous broken bones and poor-attempts at healing. "M'fam'ly needs this." He hisses through several missing teeth and a tongue which seems to have been bitten off at some point. "Won't g'easy." He warns, though surprisingly does sound a bit bad about it. Should Ronin look around, he'll see blood-thirst mixed with desperation, for both those in the ring and those around it.
Not everyone is here for the thrill of the fight. Some, are here purely to survive.
There is no bell to indicate the start of the fight, just the parting of the crowd and one body being dragged limply out of the ring.
"Us's turn." The giant of a man grunts as he wanders into the ring with an unsurprising familiarity.
