09-10-2018, 06:12 PM
A low hum of laughter left her throat, but she knew what he meant. Nhysa didn't know what schedule the Almaz ran to, but too much spectacle was never a good thing for profit margins. Usually rumours peppered the scene for days before a special fight, but occasionally the bomb dropped unannounced. It was a hunger that kept mouths begging at the table.
"A shame." A tease touched her smile; for the promise of work before pleasure, though behind that sultry darkness she considered what exactly he meant by it. The debrief following her psych evaluation had elucidated some interesting facts after she finally explained exactly what had happened to her in Odessa. "Because you're beautiful to watch."
She had a taste for Asian men, but the compliment was genuinely meant. Nhysa generally didn't come here to observe; she enjoyed the heat and thrill of the fight, but not watching others partake of the same pleasures. There were exceptions though, when the violence transcended into elegance and it strung together almost like harmony. He had that gift.
She sat back a little at mention of her little issue. "Frustrated," she admitted blandly. Not that she did not have other tools at her disposal, but her life was a thing strictly of flesh and blood. She noticed the wound less than another might, but it only meant she delayed her body's work by pushing beyond normal limits. The fierceness of her training did not recognise such boundaries. One day it would probably kill her.
But all death served a purpose.
"Something of a work related injury, unfortunately. A nuisance, but I was hardly about to keel over. You're not filming at the moment? Another job to keep you busy?"
"A shame." A tease touched her smile; for the promise of work before pleasure, though behind that sultry darkness she considered what exactly he meant by it. The debrief following her psych evaluation had elucidated some interesting facts after she finally explained exactly what had happened to her in Odessa. "Because you're beautiful to watch."
She had a taste for Asian men, but the compliment was genuinely meant. Nhysa generally didn't come here to observe; she enjoyed the heat and thrill of the fight, but not watching others partake of the same pleasures. There were exceptions though, when the violence transcended into elegance and it strung together almost like harmony. He had that gift.
She sat back a little at mention of her little issue. "Frustrated," she admitted blandly. Not that she did not have other tools at her disposal, but her life was a thing strictly of flesh and blood. She noticed the wound less than another might, but it only meant she delayed her body's work by pushing beyond normal limits. The fierceness of her training did not recognise such boundaries. One day it would probably kill her.
But all death served a purpose.
"Something of a work related injury, unfortunately. A nuisance, but I was hardly about to keel over. You're not filming at the moment? Another job to keep you busy?"