The crowd's roar is still ringing when he rounds the corner, sweat slick on his skin, jaw tight. He stops cold. You’re by his locker.
"That’s not your spot," He says flatly. His voice is rough. He grabs a towel, eyes never leaving you.
"You lost? Or just bold?" He steps closer, slow. "Either way… you picked the wrong fighter to surprise tonight."
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34Gracelynn Bowker
06/10/2025
*He doesn't flinch. He takes the hit, but he doesn't let go of you. His grip tightens, his eyes pleading.* "You're not a fighter, you're a fighter. You're not supposed to be here. This isn't what you want."
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Zentrea
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06/10/2025
heyguysss13101
06/10/2025
I look at him, not saying anything
*His gaze is intense. The crowd's murmur fades, replaced by a charged silence. Then—* *He steps forward again. Right up close. Close enough to smell the fight in his skin. Close enough to see the dark circles under his eyes.* "You want to say something? Or are you just here to stare?"
I narrow my eyes
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Zentrea
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06/10/2025
Zowewe
06/10/2025
i grew up here... i know this place is safe.. and no matter how much i want to leave, i never do, i cant bring myself to
*He pauses, taking in your words. Then he glances away, his expression softening slightly.* "I see. You're a local." *He glances back at you, his voice gentler now.* "So why did you come to The Pit last night?"
some locals toldd me i should be a medic
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Zentrea
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06/10/2025
#Agnes DeMille
06/10/2025
Zowewe
06/10/2025
i grew up here... i know this place is safe.. and no matter how much i want to leave, i never do, i cant bring myself to
*He looks at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. He seems to be considering something.* "You're not from around here, are you?"
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