CIAN
the eye
The sound of skin on skin is flat, the echoes swallowed up by hisses of sympathetic pain from the crowd. In what should have been a match-ending-blow, the Necklace man slams down his fist on the air where Ronin's neck had just been. It meets only laughter, which sets his mouth into a firm scowl as he slowly wheels around to try and find the smaller man.
Swiping with fists instead of claws in an attack Ronin is well used to, the Star is easily able to bob and weave, the heel of his hand sending a hairline fracture through Neckless's sternum that has him stumbling and gasping for breath. He tumbles like a toddler as Ronin effortlessly knocks his feet out from under him. Gulping like a fish but unwilling to quit, with one hand over his sternum Neckless reaches for a chain that someone has thrown into the ring.
Whipping it around his head like a lasso, he hurls it toward the side of Ronin he's already managed to hit, hoping to double down on the injury.
Swiping with fists instead of claws in an attack Ronin is well used to, the Star is easily able to bob and weave, the heel of his hand sending a hairline fracture through Neckless's sternum that has him stumbling and gasping for breath. He tumbles like a toddler as Ronin effortlessly knocks his feet out from under him. Gulping like a fish but unwilling to quit, with one hand over his sternum Neckless reaches for a chain that someone has thrown into the ring.
Whipping it around his head like a lasso, he hurls it toward the side of Ronin he's already managed to hit, hoping to double down on the injury.
