red & rhys || @chaoticer cont.
It always was a dangerous thing to feed from the fight ring. Red was rarely a man slave to his emotions but when he fed - that’s exactly what he became. He could feel the adrenaline buzzing inside him, the fuel and fire that carried from so many bodies. The hurt, the pain, but he was able to push past that and focus on the delicious endorphins that fuelled his very being. And perhaps this time it had gotten away from him.
He flicks his tongue against his upper lip, teeth pressed against the muscle. He hadn’t fought tonight but he had started to wish he had. Then maybe he wouldn’t have received lip in return, as clearly this person did not come to his rings often.
“Are you new or just stupid, boy?” Brows raise, the alien waiting for his response. “This is a fight, there are no rules thus there is no cheating. If you can’t take a hit, you leave my ring. You should be so lucky that you’re still standing.”
