05-16-2016, 06:47 PM
Hood let out a sharp bark of laughter, and had to nod in agreement. "Yes, and I suppose the PR department would be pretty pissed with you they had to up the makeup budget to cover a few bruises."
He shrugged then to dismiss the complement; the fight had been, to his opinion at least, a bit of a let down. He had been expecting a bit more from what was supposed to be one of Almaz's better contenders. Not their best, of course; Hood was too much an unknown to let be in the ring with the big coin earners. Not yet, at least.
"Quite the unpleasant business that evening. Had higher expectations. If I wanted to watch bum fights, there are places with far better booze to do it at."
He of course had a good idea of what the two 'men' had been, but at first glance they may well have appeared to have been little more then drug-wasted homeless men. His tone was entirely dismissive of the two men; he had fought one of the pair, and put the crazed fellow down easily enough. Monsters like those were used to dealing with regular humans, after all, not ones who knew how to handle themselves.
"Now if you want a good fight, and not the 'social stigma' bullshit that goes along with it, Pervaya has a few skilled 'instructors.' Controlled environment, write it off as self-defense training or some other BS the PR twats will be able to stomach."
He grinned then, finding Malik's last question, apparently, quite amusing.
"No. Mr Marveet actually hired the competition. Twice. And was burned for it quite embarrassingly both times."
He shrugged then to dismiss the complement; the fight had been, to his opinion at least, a bit of a let down. He had been expecting a bit more from what was supposed to be one of Almaz's better contenders. Not their best, of course; Hood was too much an unknown to let be in the ring with the big coin earners. Not yet, at least.
"Quite the unpleasant business that evening. Had higher expectations. If I wanted to watch bum fights, there are places with far better booze to do it at."
He of course had a good idea of what the two 'men' had been, but at first glance they may well have appeared to have been little more then drug-wasted homeless men. His tone was entirely dismissive of the two men; he had fought one of the pair, and put the crazed fellow down easily enough. Monsters like those were used to dealing with regular humans, after all, not ones who knew how to handle themselves.
"Now if you want a good fight, and not the 'social stigma' bullshit that goes along with it, Pervaya has a few skilled 'instructors.' Controlled environment, write it off as self-defense training or some other BS the PR twats will be able to stomach."
He grinned then, finding Malik's last question, apparently, quite amusing.
"No. Mr Marveet actually hired the competition. Twice. And was burned for it quite embarrassingly both times."