You win some, you lose some. I think that's how the saying goes anyway.
[ Booker pulls himself into a sitting position, at the very least, and turns to spit out blood and saliva before wiping at his mouth.
He looks a little worse for wear, that much is obvious, and unfortunately he's feeling it too. If he had his immortality, these wounds would heal in a matter of seconds and he could likely last the rest of the night in that ring, maybe win a few more rounds than he has tonight. But as it is he's probably done for tonight. He'll collect his winnings and probably hobble himself over to the nearest bar. Such is the life of Sébastien le Livre.
He tries to rise to his feet on his own, failing to catch purchase on something stable to hold onto; oof, his legs feel like jello. Yes, he probably could use a hand, but also he's a stubborn old man. ]
f-f-fight club
[ Booker pulls himself into a sitting position, at the very least, and turns to spit out blood and saliva before wiping at his mouth.
He looks a little worse for wear, that much is obvious, and unfortunately he's feeling it too. If he had his immortality, these wounds would heal in a matter of seconds and he could likely last the rest of the night in that ring, maybe win a few more rounds than he has tonight. But as it is he's probably done for tonight. He'll collect his winnings and probably hobble himself over to the nearest bar. Such is the life of Sébastien le Livre.
He tries to rise to his feet on his own, failing to catch purchase on something stable to hold onto; oof, his legs feel like jello. Yes, he probably could use a hand, but also he's a stubborn old man. ]