[The towel is back on his face, knowing that none of the cuts are all that bad but he'd taken more of a beating than he'd expected. They'd gotten way more hits on him than he was used to and it's left him irritated as hell.
Even if they were fighting with enhancements he couldn't imagine having and he's going to have to adjust his style if he's going to end up in the ring again.
Or, as he's thinking, he can just avoid this place like the plague it suddenly feels like.
Though everything about his mood changes the moment he hears that voice.]
Oh that's my favorite one.
[Murmuring the words with a fond smile as he lifts his chin, looking up at Donna.]
You're right though. [He hadn't gone in there with the right frame of mind, letting himself be distracted by this place.] And that you saw it is the icing on the cake.
[He pushes to his feet, expression sobering despite how glad he is to see her. About as much as he hates it.]
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Even if they were fighting with enhancements he couldn't imagine having and he's going to have to adjust his style if he's going to end up in the ring again.
Or, as he's thinking, he can just avoid this place like the plague it suddenly feels like.
Though everything about his mood changes the moment he hears that voice.]
Oh that's my favorite one.
[Murmuring the words with a fond smile as he lifts his chin, looking up at Donna.]
You're right though. [He hadn't gone in there with the right frame of mind, letting himself be distracted by this place.] And that you saw it is the icing on the cake.
[He pushes to his feet, expression sobering despite how glad he is to see her. About as much as he hates it.]
How long have you been here?