Post by Liam on Feb 21, 2013 12:10:18 GMT -5
Voices hollered in all directions as hands waved in the air eagerly. Money and objects of worth flowed freely among the crowd as people announced bets and claims. The building had already accumulated a thick fog of smoke and Body Oder. It was rather overbearing and sickening, especially when you had the sense of smell to challenge the hounds of Hell. Actually, there was no challenge, his was better.
Liam stood in the small ring, taking the few seconds he had to access the crowd. To revel in the limelight. A thick layer of sweat coated his bare chest and back and a line of blood dribbled down the corner of his mouth. Already the swelling in his cheek grew warm and pressed his skin. There would be a rather large bruise he did not really wish to deal with. A large hand rubbed down his chin, petting at the beard hair before the other side of his lip curved into a taunting grin at his foe across the ring. The other, a vampire, had a cracked rib, possibly two, and a fractured cheek bone. All shots Liam had accurately placed.
In one shove, he pushed himself off of the ring's ropes he had been leaning his back into. Once again he became a rock, lumbering toward his enemy. In this case, the enemy was actually suppose to be friendly competition. Liam only saw straight competition and he would not be defeated. The match did not last much longer and resulted with Liam victorious. It cost him a couple broken fingers, a well bruised leg (which now he found himself limping on) and a bloodier mouth. The vampire did not suffer many more injuries, only a good bash to the head rendering him unconscious enough not to continue the fight. But he made out just fine, his prize a leggy read head human sitting on his lap willing to donate some blood.
Liam grabbed his winnings and could not keep the smile from his face as various hands patted him on the back and shook his hand in congratulations. There were even several propositions offered his way from all sorts of females. He made sure to memorize several of their faces.
Liam stood in the small ring, taking the few seconds he had to access the crowd. To revel in the limelight. A thick layer of sweat coated his bare chest and back and a line of blood dribbled down the corner of his mouth. Already the swelling in his cheek grew warm and pressed his skin. There would be a rather large bruise he did not really wish to deal with. A large hand rubbed down his chin, petting at the beard hair before the other side of his lip curved into a taunting grin at his foe across the ring. The other, a vampire, had a cracked rib, possibly two, and a fractured cheek bone. All shots Liam had accurately placed.
In one shove, he pushed himself off of the ring's ropes he had been leaning his back into. Once again he became a rock, lumbering toward his enemy. In this case, the enemy was actually suppose to be friendly competition. Liam only saw straight competition and he would not be defeated. The match did not last much longer and resulted with Liam victorious. It cost him a couple broken fingers, a well bruised leg (which now he found himself limping on) and a bloodier mouth. The vampire did not suffer many more injuries, only a good bash to the head rendering him unconscious enough not to continue the fight. But he made out just fine, his prize a leggy read head human sitting on his lap willing to donate some blood.
Liam grabbed his winnings and could not keep the smile from his face as various hands patted him on the back and shook his hand in congratulations. There were even several propositions offered his way from all sorts of females. He made sure to memorize several of their faces.