He wasn't sure if Ashur could see him from the angle, but he gave a dismissive but friendly wave off on his gratitude, and when he was certain that he wasn't going to rip his clothing, he pushed himself to his feet, not once bothering to dust himself off. A little dirt to hide this disgusting lavender color couldn't hurt in the long run. "I think we kicked each other's a** equally. You're a lot tougher than you look and you got spunk, so you'll definitely do fine out there."
His suggestion was sound, though if he wanted to be a bigger a*****e, he would have chided him about it being too much like an excuse to call off the fight. However, he figured he put him through enough for one night. The idea of resting his sore muscles sounded like a great idea, but his pride wouldn't allow him such a luxury. "Sounds like a good idea... neither one of us need to be battered in case we run into any trouble tonight. You do that... I'm gonna make my way home. I'll be looking forward to the rematch in the future, just remember. Don't take s**t from anyone, got it? Guys like us need to work doubly hard around here and the universe doesn't like slackers."
Maybe it was a harsh thing to say, but Sarras liked to think of it as a method of motivating someone. If goading them on got them to rise up and stand a stand, then he'd be that guy for them, even if they were taking a stand against him. He learned a lot from Ashur, more than he was openly willing to admit for the moment, but he was definitely wanting to call it a night. He gave the Uranus page a wave off, before turning and leaving, silently hoping that his lip couldn't be seen from this distance.
This outfit really, really sucked.
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And that's a wrap! They need to spar again in the future!
