Snippet #1978102

Scarlett
It was loud. Incredibly loud. At least, it sounded so, from outside the new building which was being used at the moment. I wanted to go in there so badly right now. Apparently, a new guy had stepped in. Some guy with a fancy name; they say he looks just like a twig, twice as breakable. I hid a small grin at that. Really, they just don't get it, do they?

I'd caught a glimpse of him earlier, trying to enter the building.

"I'm here for my fight tonight."
"Your tiny ass?"
"Faster than your lard ass. Shut up and move."
"Fuck you, fairy. You aint fightin' ..."

And then he teleported right in, in a puff of smoke. I had to stop myself from smiling. I stopped when I'd caught the bouncer glaring at me. Didn't want myself to lose control, not at this time.

Wonder what happened to that girl, I mused. The petite boxer girl -the Champion of Musspell, as everyone knew her- who usually came in around this time was gone. I didn't think she'd drop out after I'd seen her tackle a bear-sized man to the ground in like, 5 seconds flat.

And there she was, storming in like she owned the place. She sort of did, actually. I snuck in after her to watch the fight, placing several notes in the bouncer's hand, keeping my head down. I lost track of where she went and made my way, keeping low, straight for the edge of the ring, to get up close.

'Illusion' and 'Payn' were fighting it out, a long and painful brawl. Well, you couldn't really classify it as a fight. It was more like a game between a cat and a mouse, except the mouse was better. I watched carefully, recording and predicting every action and reaction. It was interesting. I could handle watching this kind of play fight, at least, before someone died. There's a difference between watching people kill others in real life, with intent and purpose, and watching a small meaningless fight in a crowded room.