Everything about this woman oozed competence. The smooth way her petite frame glided through the house of debauchery, like it was so beneath her. Or the way she sat down, and spoke with out even looking at Gad. She analyzed the fighter with a seemingly practiced indifference, and sat just close enough to Gad to speak with him quietly, but not enough to be quickly associated with him. Still, Gad saw the lines between professionalism and arrogance blurring. It was reassuring that she was confident, but he didn't want her cockiness leading to mistakes that could get him caught up. Gad nodded at her estimation of Kingsfield. "Keep in mind he's a young fighter, if he's not in his prime, he will be soon. Looks fit and healthy to me, and he's getting a reputation. I hope you aren't underestimating him; my coin is on the line." He paused and reasoned that he should go with her judgement since he didn't know shyke about poisons in the first place. "Buuut. You're the professional." The wizard shrugged. Gad had been keeping an eye on the cage for awhile, but now he looked at her. He observed the way she held herself, a cross between watchful and skittish. Like some kind of fox, or jackal, he thought. He supposed that was the type this line of work attracted. For a moment it crossed his mind how odd it was. People around here were so afraid of magic, but a poison-crafter could kill you just as quick with probably half the effort. He supposed it didn't matter now though.
When Red mentioned that she would give up Gad if it came to coin, he had to accept it. "I can appreciate that. So, no names then, Miss Red. Just call me Mister Green, if you have to call me at all." Once she'd named it, Gad nodded in appreciation of the price. He was afraid he'd have to talk her down but thirteen wasn't that bad. "I'll take it. As an act of good faith, you'll get three for collateral, and the rest when Kingsfield loses." Gad retrieved three shiny round lumps of gold from inside his jacket. The Mizas clinked as he set them in her hand. "You'll find me here, or at the betting tables after the fight." Gad looked down in the ring. Bone Skull was warming up across from Kingsfield, working out the kinks. The fighter held an evil glare on his face, but it- like the tattoos and filed teeth- were just bark. Actually, he probably has a pretty mean bite. But, Gad knew what Gad meant. "Alright Red, show's almost on. I don't care how you do it, whatever you need to do get the job done. Maybe poison in his water, you might be able to snatch one of the waitresses trays from the bar." He nodded in that direction. "Or, if you have some kind of small blade, or needle... Heh, look at me, trying to tell you how to do your job. However you work, is your business. But I want it done quick."
Tall Johnny stepped out into the cage, twisting his signature mustache with one hand and holding a large topless and bottomless cone in the other. Johnny placed the narrow end of the cone to his mouth for amplication. "Suuuunbeeerth! Are you ready to see some blood?" Roars.Gad had to hand it to John, the guy knew how to build anticipation. "OF COURSE YOU ARE! And that's what Tall Johnny is gonna give yah! Make sure to grab yourself an ice cold ale from the bar, ladies and gents! A meat pie or a nice, salty pickle." Tall Johnny kissed the tips of his fingers to symbolize how tasty the swill they served in the joint was supposed to be. "And after the fight, don't forget to stop by the card tables and talk about allll the gory details over a nice game of Blush." He pointed his cane to a random man in the crowd. "Hey you, no hiding cards now!" That drew enough laughs. "Now, enough of this ol' windbag, you came here to see some fights!" Johnny directed attention to Bone Skull's corner. "Iiinnnnn this corner, a crowd favorite, the Skull who makes heads roll, the Bone Man with the plan, the guy with really really sharp teeth, BOOoooNNNE SKUUUuuuLLLL." The tatted up rascal roared and hissed, flexed and beat his chest. The introduction got the desired effect. Once the noise died down, Tall Johnny went on to introduce Roy.
"And in this corner, weighing in at an impressive one hundred and seventy pounds, a towering six foot ball of pent up aggression- trust me folks, you don't wanna see the mess he left in here the other night-, the up-and-comer who looks to take the crown of all cage fighters, ROY. KINGSFIEEEELLLDDD!" Roy's less eccentric appearance and mundane name didn't earn him the same fanfare Bone Skull got, but the crowd still made a good amount of noise for him. With that, the bell sounded and round one began. Bone Skull wasted no time, he closed the distance and worked to get inside Roy's superior reach, the whole while he bared his teeth and grimaced, drooling freely down his chin. Once he got close, he started swinging. Whatever happened, this fight would at least be interesting. |
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