FEBRUARY 10th, 2349. SILVER LIVING GAMBLING HALL. OPEN TO ALL.
He likes fighting, and he likes divinity, so it stands to reason that he likes fighting for divinity. Eel has long been one of his favorite towns in Foolβs Prospect on account of Silver Living Gambling Hall, and over the years, this beloved haunt of his has lined his pockets aplenty, much to the consternation of the house. He reckons itβs a little unorthodox, if not a little illegal, to wager βΉ100 on a fight and then step into the ring, butβwell, heβs not exactly known for doing things the legal, orthodox way. Besides, heβd be hard-pressed to find a safer bet than an outlaw with a six-figure bounty.
Hellionβs fought twice tonight, and already heβs made out like a bandit proper, nearly tripling his wager. But itβs not enough for himβit never isβso he negotiates with the bookmaker and places another bet, and then he negotiates with the pit clerk and enrolls in another match. Thereβs three more fights until he takes the floor again, so he uses his sizable intermission to catch his breath and rally his aching bones for another round of play. Chest heaving, he situates himself at a secluded table in the corner, gulps down as much water as he can without choking, and uses his discarded shirt to wipe the blood from his face and knuckles. His injuries are minorβmessy, but minorβand he can scarcely register the pain of them, for the divinity in his pocket is as fine a balm as any.Β
Heβs trying, mostly in vain, to remove his hand wraps with his teeth when a looming figure approaches. He doesnβt need to look up to know that itβs one of the gang; none else would have the gall to approach him.
βHave you come to turn a pretty profit on me?β he asks through clenched teeth, still gnawing at the too-tight knot of his hand wraps. Frustrated, he huffs a sigh through his nose and braces his elbows on top of the table, deserting his endeavor to change out his hand wraps for fresh ones.Β βOr are you here to throw your hat in the ring?β he asks, a catlike smile stretching slowly from one ear to the other as he jerks his chin at the fight unfolding before them.