CIAN
the eye
The match is short, but not for the reasons most would have thought. Neckless is a star in these rings, but taking on The Star is another matter altogether. He holds his own better than anyone else might, but all too quickly he crumbles before Ronin's superior (and shocking) strength and agility. Even drunk and without the use of any of his magic, Ronin Taliesin has made himself a household name among the spectators gathered. Those who bet against him shoot him withering looks and a few snarls, while those who like betting on the undergod clap him heartily on the back, singing his praises.
And just who has Cian bet on?
Wrapping a towel around Ronin's shoulders that he might wipe the blood, dust, and mixture of sweat and spit from his face, the Eye helps the demigod stand at his full height. "That's a very kind thing you did, giving him your winnings." Cian muses softly, his words swept away in the roar of the crowd. "His family might have gone hungry this week otherwise."
Whatever questions or comments the Star might have about this entire ordeal and just what has been given or taken away is lost to those eager to meet Ronin, to offer their congratulations and promises that they'll never bet against him again.
~FIN
And just who has Cian bet on?
Wrapping a towel around Ronin's shoulders that he might wipe the blood, dust, and mixture of sweat and spit from his face, the Eye helps the demigod stand at his full height. "That's a very kind thing you did, giving him your winnings." Cian muses softly, his words swept away in the roar of the crowd. "His family might have gone hungry this week otherwise."
Whatever questions or comments the Star might have about this entire ordeal and just what has been given or taken away is lost to those eager to meet Ronin, to offer their congratulations and promises that they'll never bet against him again.
~FIN
