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[BrokenDollEyes]

"You good?"

She asked the brute once he had returned to his seat beside her. Even though no physical contact had been made between them those hues glanced him over to make sure. Once completely sure he was fine did the fae shove her hands into the pockets of the white hoodie she wore. Exciting things seem to always happen with in the walls of this bar, jolly good?

It had taken her mind off of the pressing issues of home and the such. Even with her having to leave soon to return home and peeking in on things there.

[Alexanderov Romanov]

"Yeah, I am fine."

A comforting smile creeped upon his lips while he peered into her eyes, his hand reached down and patted her thigh to ensure surety. "No harm was given."

[Savoki Sanoci]

ImNoHero

[Entering the end game it seems for both sides ]

Certain distinguishing elements were capable of being omitted from one's conscious, especially amidst something intensive like combat. An obscure factor that was taken in account from past brawls was the style of his hair. The Russian was up to a rude awakening once his hand aggressively attacked his precious dreadlocks, adorned with approximately a legion of miniature scalpels blades decorated. Usually in more life or death battles Darius would have had no problem weaponizing his shoulder length dreadlocks, slicing into the left hand. This man was happy to over commit, damaging another hand in the process as damage accumulated quickly.

Whether or not he neutralized this threat meant s**t, bobbing his head to further move his hair to carve his head and swinging his head swiftly to lower the damage. Standing would almost absorb it all, but pain was going to collected regardless, yet hair grabbing was enough of an alarm to initiate some half-baked defense. Slamming on the ground with Bishop, should the worse case scenario occur he would be gushing of blood and barely coherent. Darius was a veteran for taking a beating, both that and his unusual durability saved him from completely losing consciousness. However in this situation his hand would be beyond usage and both arms would be back to get vengeance. In any better variance of this brawl, Darius next move was utilizing his legs to ensnare under Bishops and enter a leg lock with the feet acting as a bridge/tie to keep him entangle. Someone was going to give soon and needless to say his arms would be back to get him.

[BrokenDollEyes]

There was a small smile as she placed hee hand on his own and gave it a pat. It was nice, what ever this was. Turning slightly she allowed her other hand to pet the black fur of her cousin, wondering what was to come. Heavy and almost sad thought passed as cross the mind. Slowly as if totally lost in thought her fingers brushed against his own, small patterns starting to form on the skin.

[Alexanderov Romanov]

OOC:

He grabbed a hold of Ania's hand and squeezed gently to assure her, before leaning in to tickle her neck with his lip. A moment passed and he returned to an upright position and found a new bottle to sip from. His pipe would magically appear since he continued to hold her hand, and Wallace filled the bowl and struck a match.

[ImNoHero]

Initially the cutting didn't stop him, though as he bash the guy in the head a couple times on the way down and he jerked his head around, his hand was cut to hell, damaging some tendons and nerve endings in the process. Needless to say he relinquished his grip, though not willingly. His right punching hand was black and blue and swollen, those broken fingers still curled into his fist. Too quick to process, Darius flipped away from Bishop in how they landed, and set him fluidly into a figure four. He could feel the pressure all the way up to his tail bone. Despite being stronger than Darius, the lock was set, and Darius had all the leverage he needed to trump that strength. Bishop's swollen bloody face contorted to a fusion of pain, anguish, and frustration. He grunted audibly as his arms went to the ground to support him best they could, which wasn't much at all in their condition. He held out for a good ten seconds or so before he begrudgingly tapped his busted up right hand on the packed dirt of the pit. He didn't have to stop, no. But to keep going would mean to push limits he didn't need to push when he wasn't facing an opponent he absolutely wanted to destroy. And it was a damn shame those endorphins didn't kick in. Just a bit longer and he might have had a chance at pushing through to the next level.

Savoki Sanoci

[BrokenDollEyes]

Laying her head back down upon his shoulder she closed her eyes. It was nice ya know just to do this and what not. Slowly those orbs opened up just to see where he had the bottle. Stretching pretty much over him to snag it. Nose twitching with he scent of his pipe being lite and puffed on.

[Alexanderov Romanov]

He nipped on her nose when Ania reached over for the bottle and squeezed her hand even tighter. Leaning back to give her room for the maneuver, Wallace continued to puff on his pipe while he eyeballed that cat. He had to wonder what the deal was with that creature and poked it in the butt to see if it was alive.

"You the owner of this kitten then?"

He asked innocently, emerald eyes twinkling in humor. But he was for the most part distracted and thinking on ways to improve himself in combat.

[BrokenDollEyes]

Tristan head picked up when he was poked in a rather rude manner. A hiss escaped his mouth showing off the white fangs. Ania just huffed lightly while hands wrapped around the bottle. "No...meet Tristan the idiot whom ******** with the wrong witch and got why he deserved for a few more years to come." Taking a swig before resting across his lap. "Also my cousin...one of the few still alive"

Mirrored blues locked to the males emeralds, a moment passed before the feline returned back to slumber. He knew not to pick a fight with this one...not yet anyways. Ania chuckled while turning to watch him, noting the half distant gaze. "Hey"

[Savoki Sanoci]

ImNoHero

Overwhelmed in blood lust, adrenaline pumping, and probably a side order of drugs in the mixed he was absolutely livid. Both arms were set to annihilation to put the Russian into dreamland, preparing a flurry of elbows and other mischievous plans when suddenly the motion of a tap severed that primal rage. Dumbfounded by the turn of events partly influenced through those shots to the head, he began to release the hold and stumbled to his feet. Bishop rose to the occasion where others would likely be pummeled into a bloody oblivion, thus respecting the b*****d for facing him. Mature enough to allow feelings be resolved passed a fight, incoherent banter was thrown looking for another drink to relieve the pain. Only avoiding the deadlier blows, bizarre accessories, and decent counterattacks had him the victor. Truthfully the fight was a moral victory for making him bled, yet defeating him was the icing on the cake.

"Lets share some drinks and do some blow after you heal more, great exercise after the clowns I've fought these last couple of months. "

Best compliment one would get from the sociopath, he would slowly head for the bar once more.

[Alexanderov Romanov]

An eyebrow quirked. Did he hear Ania correctly? Wallace would become even more curious of the kitten and leaned forward to look deeper into the creatures' eyes while Ania rested on his lap, hand still holding her own. "Did you really say . . . ?"

The emerald eyed Kensei had to smile. It wasn't everyday that you came across something so odd like a cousin forced to live as a cat for a few years, and Wallace couldn't help himself but to wonder what this cousin did. He raised his free hand and poked the cat in the butt once more while his other curled around Ania. "This is something interesting."

[Arretsu]

Savoki Sanoci

Fight now over, Ellie stood from the bleachers, then quickly moved to catch up with Darius. With steps not as graceful as when she stepped into the club, she maneuvered around the bleachers, then stepped into Darius's path just before a foot could hit the bottom step.

"Darius.." She spoke his name rather breathlessly, luminescent turqouse gaze lifting to settle on his face. "I need you..."

That sounded wrong, she thought with frustration, "I mean I need to speak to you.."She added quickly, a blush coloring her cheeks.

[BrokenDollEyes]

The cat jumped up once more and turned to face him hissing madly. What the hell possessed this thing to poke him in his a**. Ania mumbles something but nodded none the less. Watching them interact with one another. "Mhm, he learned witches had a vindictive aide to them when you sleep with the entire coven."

The cat stood up and began to swat at him with claws extended. "Tristan remember I can punt you across the room..think about what he can do."

The sheer thought made hee blush a tad bit but hey she remembered some of his strength. The blush deepen! Causing the cat to stare at her for a moment before turning back to Wallace

[r e v e s n o i r s]

Cicily looked towards her, and she smiled at her reaction. That was one of the girliest squeals she had ever heard from her. She tucked a strand of hair from her face as she watched her leap back across the bar top, and she set to cleaning everything up. She soon was done, and she heard the roars of the crowd. It seemed as if the fight had finished, and Bishop had tapped out. She was thankful it was over, but wondered if he would be okay. She excused herself for a minute, and made her way over to the kitchen and started to prep a meal fit for a king. She was an expert in the kitchen, and she soon had the fixings of a great meal. Hot oil was bubbling, and chicken was breaded and mashed potatoes were made. She soon had green beans and bacon cooking up, and fresh bread she had prepped the night before. Making sure there was enough to feed a small army, she set to work, laboring over the stove, sweating a bit. It didn’t take long to get everything fixed, and she had to make sure that there was enough. Scooping food out she had them in warmers, and soon made up a large plate full of food for the two fighters. Making sure it was nice and filled, she took the two plates, and set them up in the VIP area, and then grabbed up some of Bishop’s stash, some alcohol, and a first aid kit if any of them needed it. Setting everything up in the VIP area she knew they needed to relax and heal up after all of that. Then she made her way over to the bar in front of Wallace and Ania. "There is some fresh food back in the kitchen if you all need some." she said as she watched the stairway waiting for Bishop. She had a beer open and ready for him.


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[Alexanderov Romanov]

xDDD.

He murmered in reply to Ania and decided to fix the cat's attitude while pretending he didn't see her blush a deep crimson color. A hand was held in front of Tristan and was held motionless while the cousin pondered on it's meaning, then lowered to his nose for a brief tapping motion. He tapped once. He tapped twice. He tapped thriced. Each tap would be stronger than the last motion and dropped Tristan's nose that much closer to the counter top, until he finally achieved his goal with the third and final tap.

Tristan the cat was now in some exotic position with his butt in the air and face on the counter. A comical situation for Wallace who placed one finger on Ania's blossomed lips and closed them to prevent a word from being said. He then heard CiCi and nodded his thanks to her while his right hand sweeped around Ania's waistline gave her a reason to squeal again.

"Are you hungry?"