[ Ephemera coughs. Pushes himself upright with his good arm and spits on the ground, baring his teeth. It doesn't feel like he's lost any this round. Small favors. But there's blood in the air still, and skin between his teeth. The scars pull the expression in unpleasant directions, a rictus he used to deploy with effect in prison. But he laughs, too, and the sound is warmer than before. None of the wild cackling of earlier. There's a moment of pure, easy joy in the expression. ]
Yeah. The woman who trained me.
[ Oh, she'd be proud to see the damage he'd wrought in her name. Ephemera takes the offered hand and hauls himself up. Gloves, smart. His own hands are carefully wrapped and unlike a lot of the other fights, he always fights in long sleeves, but one of these days he needs to take the plunge. Find a pair of gloves that doesn't offend him for their lack of armor. ]
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Date: 2020-02-20 04:36 am (UTC)Yeah. The woman who trained me.
[ Oh, she'd be proud to see the damage he'd wrought in her name. Ephemera takes the offered hand and hauls himself up. Gloves, smart. His own hands are carefully wrapped and unlike a lot of the other fights, he always fights in long sleeves, but one of these days he needs to take the plunge. Find a pair of gloves that doesn't offend him for their lack of armor. ]
You're not bad, motherfucker.
[ Ephemera bares his teeth. ]
You want a drink? I'm getting drunk.