The Spitch in the Ring

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Anaxas' main trade port; it is also the nation's criminal headquarters, home to the Bad Brothers and Silas Hawke, King of the Underworld. The small town of Plugit is nearby.

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Makia Andresil
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Thu Apr 18, 2019 10:04 pm

Spring 35 of Bethas 2719
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2215 Hours
36 Degrees, Raining
The Rose Arena

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The pelting rain that has persisted all day was loud against the wooden slat ceilings of the Rose Arena warehouse. But the roar of the angry crowd below was louder than any weather could attempt. The outside world was all but silent to the goers of the fight tonight. Every bit of space, besides the owners level and the pit itself, was loaded with persons, pushing and yelling to get a better view of the brutal goingons in the center of the ring. Makia herself stood as close to the wire fencing of the pit as she could, often having to elbow and fight her own way through the massive crowd to see the action before them. She fingered some coins in her pocket, thinking back to moments ago when there were more in her possession, and hoping by the end of the night she would reclaim said coins, and then some.

The air was think with sweat and stench and blood and dirt. Men and women all around her, pressed close to her, their bodies and wet skin touching and sticking. Despite the weather outside, a miserable Spring, she wore only her sleeveless shirt and trousers to the event, knowing despite the chill of the outside air, the atmosphere inside the Rose Arena would be nothing but heat. Her hair, too, was wrapped up in some cloth, keeping it away from the sweat of her skin and the prying fingers and hooks of others near her. Her tattoos shown, then, in all their glory, presented to the crowd with minimal obstruction.

She had bet on the Galdor. Perhaps that was a mistake, but he seemed more likely to win, at least in her eyes. The Human that faced him was scrawny. He boy had obvious muscles within him, but his ribs were showing, his stomach clearly empty. The Glador seemed healthy, was slightly larger in size, though not my much. He had some muscle definition, but less than his opponent. Despite this the Galdor, though likely more because of his race than his experience, was confidant and sure. He smiled as he circled his opponent, fists up and ready. The Human was slower, less invested it may have seemed to her at the time of betting. His eyes seemed cast at the Galdor's feet rather than upper body, as the pair squared off on each other. The first punch yet to be thrown.

Around her the crowd pressed in, anticpicating the beginning of the fight. She craned her neck and shoved herself through, throwing insults at those around her. "Havakda! Move ya laoso!" Whether the large man she elbowed hear or even understood her Tek, he did not respond and she did not give him a second glance as she shoved herself through the small gap between him and another woman beside him. She did not move her eyes from the pit as she attempted to improve her view, and she was lucky enough to watch as the Galdor she bet on throw a hard punch at the Human in one swift move. The hit connected, but only slightly as his fist bounced off the edge of the Human's shoulder, the boy narrowly dodging in a surprising quickness she did not expect. He moved back a step as the hit connected, but seemed unharmed by the blow. Makia screamed in excitement as her bet landed a punch, yelling for more.

The Human appeared on the defensive, the Glador man attempting several more hits in the span of a few moments. None hit, to Makia's disappointment. On the bright side, the Human had not even attempted a hit, simply jumping around the pit, effectively dodging the opponents blows. He was lighter on his feet than Makia intended.

"Mung!" She screamed at the Galdor, her voice barely permeating through the equally rowdy crowd surrounding her and the ring. "Ya better ent lose me ging, ya chen!?"

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