@miraclesurgeon // Where There’s a Fight There’s a Standby
Cheering rises above the lanterns and lamps of the Golden Ward, with the deep tones of grunts and bodies making impact. A wide circle given for two, people joyously backing up when the fighters got a bit too close.
Necklace pounding on Bob’s chest, a round house kick comes blazing fast. Barely dodged by the opponent, he throws a low punch. Caught in his heavy hand, in a dancing twist and sweep of a foot, the other is on the floor. Two martial artists are focused against each other–but the fight is full of obvious good will.
The real spectacle has quickly become Bob–a fantastically skilled newcomer to the people of Spirale, and easily showing off how well he knows his own body’s advantages. His partner rolls back onto their feet to avoid a stomp. And the two are again caught in a rhythm of punches and kicks. A headbutt to the face sends blood dripping down Bob’s nose–but the pace barely stops.
In a rotating blitz of punches and kicks, suddenly the opponent can’t keep up with the hard impacts. A downward flip kick finishes it. And the crowd’s roar is like a howl in the sun. Offering a hand, Bob helps the other up, reassuring them and catching their breath together.
And as things calm down, the two are left with their injuries and bruises. Someone approaches them; and of course, Bob has a dirty handkerchief under his bleeding nose that does nothing to hide his somewhat guilty smile.
— black jack is no stranger to injury - and a lot of it, at that. he arrived at this ring expecting and hoping someone would at least find them injured enough to need a doctor. perhaps not *gravely* injured and in need of surgery, as he was at a bit of a loss as to how he was supposed to use these toys to cut anyone open.
( knowing him, he’d figure it out in the end, though. )
his arms were invisible as usual from under his jacket that he never put his arms through the sleeves of as he eyed both of the fighters, taking a moment to assess what he could from such a surface level. his eyes lingered on bob for just a bit longer, until he nodded at him to make sure he had his attention.
“ i take it you’ve likely had a broken nose before, considering your… profession, correct?” he asked, though he was sure the answer would be a yes. “ nevertheless, i’d assume you’d know it’s probably best to use something… cleaner to deal with the blood. ”
now, if he was going to be entirely honest, he was not completely and utterly sure and therefore wasn’t going to label it as a diagnosis just yet, but it was the suspicion that was tugging at him the most.