Cruel Abduction
Very few things manage to get beneath the merchant’s skin, typically very carefree and capable of shrugging things off like water off a duck’s back. Being used to a nomadic lifestyle after years with the Valkyrie he has few possessions, just what he wears on his back and essential things. Only one thing could possibly draw the androgyny out and the note hooked to the door of his sister’s shop reveals it, brows furrowing as deep worry shows painfully obvious etched into his face.
With no preparation Boone chargers off at a jog, then a sprint with the paper clutched tightly in a balled up fist. Anger and fear blooms in his chest, questions of how someone could do something, take someone so vulnerable just to get him to fight. The note had been clear, Boone was to enter the Underdome and win in a fight against another human no doubt better at fighting than himself. The asshole had abducted Yiska his beloved best four-legged friend that’d bonded with him over the past few years. Very few are held closer in Boone’s heart and apparently this mysterious person knew, holding the wild dog with rounded ears like satellite dishes hostage.
There was no question in the pacifist’s mind whether he’d actually do it or not, lungs burning from how far he’d bolted off toward the familiar yet ominous area meant for bloodied brawls and fights to the death. Sure his friend went in there, but to him it couldn’t be a worse place in the city, the place to pit protos against one another til the death. If he could he’d fight to get it changed rule-wise or outright demolished but some seem to need the chance to blow off steam, even if it means wounds and the risk of lethal injury. Boone just couldn’t wrap his head around it.
The man at the entrance blatantly looks the merchant up and down then smirks as he no doubt assumes to be looking at fresh meat, ushering the panicked individual inside. It’s all a blur as shaky hands sign a waver relieving the Underdome of any fault or responsibility, Boone then sitting in a sort of waiting area until it’s his turn. He ignores the hushed laughter and jeers, the mocking of how slim and girly he is...that doesn’t bother him because it’s just how he is. Built like a dancer not a fighter, muscular yet lean and soft looking. The sounds of shouting and feet shuffling finally fades off as a winner is announced and a mixture of cheering as well as insults fly.
“Boone? Git yer ass in there!” The door opens leading right out into the huge open arena, chest tight with fear as he steps out ending up given a boot to the ass when he lingers by the opening too long which draws laughter and jeering. All he can think of is Yiska, how he’d fight the beasts of the desert for that dog, so when a much stronger person approaches with intent on a good stress relieving fight he only trembles a little bit. There’s no mercy in those eager eyes that stare him down, his own fists raised in a firm defense.
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