Marc CedanAn unshaved pretty boy, dressed in haphazard formal wear, watched the match from up in the stadium with amused interest. Despite being aloof and smelling of more drinks than he probably should, he cheered with the crowd and grinned when the lady struck the victory blow. He normally didn't think too hard about dressing for the occasion, but this was a special one. More than anything...
"...He's not dodging that."
Oh look, a butterfly!Standing on one of the stadium observatories, he raised his hand with a carefree smile, chasing after the pretty thing. This intense stuff wasn't the kind of place for a cute bug, so just as he caught it...
Orcus
Then his grip lost strength, and he slipped from hers, falling onto the ruined mat with a dull thud. Blood pooled around his lips and abdomen as he stood still. Only his mouth flapped. "I forfeit."
What?Marc blinked wide-eyed and let go of the pretty thing as soon as he got his hands on it. Now that was just low, he actually felt kind of bad for the miss down there.
Or I guess I should call her champ now. I could try to ask her out... nah, doesn't feel right. Mingling with an ex-peer student is basically like dating your cousin. Nope. Not drunk enough for that. Plus, uncle would kill me twice over.Elizabeth
A few moments silently passed as the crowd stared down into the cage with agape jaws, unable to properly process this outcome? Surrender? Forfeit? Grasping victory from the jaws of defeat, after such an intense fight with so many turns and twists!
"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" A man in the crowd yelled. Jeering and a general wave of discontent followed, rippling through the stands and throughout the Nexus. It was only after a flash of pink entered the arena that silence reigned once more. The nearly nude goddess of the demons walked over to Mira with a wry smile on her face, grabbing the other woman's wrist and raising it into the air with her own after squatting down next to her. "I declare this girl, Mira, the victor of this match! She triumphed over the former champion, my esteemed wife!"
Hey, just play along. A reasonable voice urged in her head. I think this is just as lame as you do.
"Wohoooooo!" He cheered and pumped his fist, not giving a damn if others jeered or snickered in the back. He'd probably have to get back to business soon, but this was a once a year kind of deal, no way in hell he wouldn't cheer. It didn't even matter who won as long as the company paid for the drinks.
Continued in the Citadel.