[ Amos nods, seeing the same thing Homelander does. ] Yup.
[ He makes his way over to what looks like one of the entrances for fighters, nods at the guy that looks like he lets people in, and waits. Cocks his head, narrows his eyes as he watches the fight wrap up, one of the guys go down. Cracks his neck and inhales, exhales with force. Either that'll be him on the ground and he'll have relaxed a little by losing, or he'll have gotten some of his frustrations out by taking it out on another body. Both will be fine.
He thanks the guy who lets him step into the ring when it's ready for him. Takes in the guy across from him: bigger than he is, but not by much, and of a similar build. He blinks and offers an empty, amiable smile.
It's been a while since he's fought another Earther; he'll have to remember that.
It's through raw enthusiasm that he lands the first blow, the satisfying feeling of his fist connecting with someone else's orbital bone. He bares his teeth involuntarily; grits them when the other guy counters, stars exploding in his vision as he feels a cut open above his eye, blood start to stream down his face.
Amos full on grins at that.
He doesn't fully keep track of what happens after, just that there's pain blossoming all over his body, he's sore all over, and he feels lighter than air. He thinks he caught the other guy's arm at some point. There had been a sickening snap from somewhere. He knows he connected with the other guy's jaw, his slightly smaller stature full on pushing upward and ending things there.
He spits blood out on the ground as he leaves the ring; idly wonders if they have skin regenerating technology here, too, or if he's just going to live with some bruises and cuts for a while. Either suits him just fine, really. He's still excited, internally, but he's calmed down from the near unbearable buildup he'd been involuntarily working towards.
He catches sight of Homelander as he rejoins the main crowd around the fighting ring. Huffs, gives him an easy smile. ] Thanks. You have no idea how much I needed that.
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[ He makes his way over to what looks like one of the entrances for fighters, nods at the guy that looks like he lets people in, and waits. Cocks his head, narrows his eyes as he watches the fight wrap up, one of the guys go down. Cracks his neck and inhales, exhales with force. Either that'll be him on the ground and he'll have relaxed a little by losing, or he'll have gotten some of his frustrations out by taking it out on another body. Both will be fine.
He thanks the guy who lets him step into the ring when it's ready for him. Takes in the guy across from him: bigger than he is, but not by much, and of a similar build. He blinks and offers an empty, amiable smile.
It's been a while since he's fought another Earther; he'll have to remember that.
It's through raw enthusiasm that he lands the first blow, the satisfying feeling of his fist connecting with someone else's orbital bone. He bares his teeth involuntarily; grits them when the other guy counters, stars exploding in his vision as he feels a cut open above his eye, blood start to stream down his face.
Amos full on grins at that.
He doesn't fully keep track of what happens after, just that there's pain blossoming all over his body, he's sore all over, and he feels lighter than air. He thinks he caught the other guy's arm at some point. There had been a sickening snap from somewhere. He knows he connected with the other guy's jaw, his slightly smaller stature full on pushing upward and ending things there.
He spits blood out on the ground as he leaves the ring; idly wonders if they have skin regenerating technology here, too, or if he's just going to live with some bruises and cuts for a while. Either suits him just fine, really. He's still excited, internally, but he's calmed down from the near unbearable buildup he'd been involuntarily working towards.
He catches sight of Homelander as he rejoins the main crowd around the fighting ring. Huffs, gives him an easy smile. ] Thanks. You have no idea how much I needed that.