[Being woken up before a fight is unusual for him, but lately, it seems like it's becoming part of a ritual. He's checking the seams of his clothes with the tips of his fingers, checking if they're not fraying. He feels the Spanish Manowar shell hit subtly against his thighs, his forearms. Protecting vital arteries.
He doesn't even need to hear the rawr of the crowd above him, the trembling floor under the soles of his feet. He's sensed a presence further away, pinpointed its steps, pacing, waiting and it's exhilarating.
He's so focused on it that he almost doesn't hear her.]
ii. because hideousness
He doesn't even need to hear the rawr of the crowd above him, the trembling floor under the soles of his feet. He's sensed a presence further away, pinpointed its steps, pacing, waiting and it's exhilarating.
He's so focused on it that he almost doesn't hear her.]
I'm going to need you both to watch closely.