R'elend notices the growing crowd in annoyance. "Fucking shite. Can't drink in peace, can't even 'ave a fucking fight in peace."
He briefly considered hitting the woman before the crowd finished gathering, but some of the onlookers seemed to know the great ugly beast. Maybe she'd pulled a cart for them before. Either way, that would go against one of the holiest of holy Brass Blade rules. Bring more of your mates then they bring of theirs. Else you'd be the one on the ground getting kicked at the end of the fight.
He is already looking for a gap in the crowd when the woman lurches forward with an uppercut. The Blade steps backwards a few paces, sliding past some yapping pototo who had also arrived on the scene. He felt the air move his hair from the near miss, fuck she was strong. Hideous, but strong, at least the gods gave her something.Â
He spits at her feet and moves to leave crowd, "You're lucky I don't feel like cleaning blood off my gauntlets." He gestures to the crowd, "You've got some mates, suprised me a bit. Didn't expect an audience." His voice is an annoyed grumble at a fun fight interrupted, "Suppose ugly fucks always get some pity. If they don't confuse ya for a Leve target 'irst."
R'elend pushes through the crowd unless stopped by someone.
He briefly considered hitting the woman before the crowd finished gathering, but some of the onlookers seemed to know the great ugly beast. Maybe she'd pulled a cart for them before. Either way, that would go against one of the holiest of holy Brass Blade rules. Bring more of your mates then they bring of theirs. Else you'd be the one on the ground getting kicked at the end of the fight.
He is already looking for a gap in the crowd when the woman lurches forward with an uppercut. The Blade steps backwards a few paces, sliding past some yapping pototo who had also arrived on the scene. He felt the air move his hair from the near miss, fuck she was strong. Hideous, but strong, at least the gods gave her something.Â
He spits at her feet and moves to leave crowd, "You're lucky I don't feel like cleaning blood off my gauntlets." He gestures to the crowd, "You've got some mates, suprised me a bit. Didn't expect an audience." His voice is an annoyed grumble at a fun fight interrupted, "Suppose ugly fucks always get some pity. If they don't confuse ya for a Leve target 'irst."
R'elend pushes through the crowd unless stopped by someone.
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