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“ i can look after myself, you know. but… i do appreciate you stepping in back there. you saved my life. " ;; nomadiisms, Perredh to Ven
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
Mention: @nomadiisms
He wasn’t a hero. Wasn’t the heroic type. And yet, he’d stepped in anyway- like a fucking stupid chivalrous moron.
One of the other fighters had been.. uppity lately- pushing boundaries, getting on nerves.. causing trouble. and he and his little fucking buddies hadn’t taken kindly to Perredh kicking him in the knee the other day.. so naturally, they’d taken things into their own hands and decided to get violent.
Though Ven personally doubted it was truly a ‘life or death’ situation, he’d certainly stopped the healer from receiving a pretty sever beating at the hands of several angry gladiators. He’d stepped in, and fought back when they didn’t back off- and though he’d won, he was now certainly battered and bruised himself.
The tiefling grunts, tail twitching in agitation next to him as he wraps gauze around his bleeding hand- the knuckles bruised and scraped and covered in blood, both his and others. “...whatever. i know you can look after yourself, but maybe just leave the actual fighting to me, ok bambi?” Green eyes peer up at them, pausing in his movements. “i have a reputation for a reason. fucking- use that, if you get into this shit.. i don’t wanna come back from a match to find you in the fuckin’ recovery room doing anything but working, alright?”
Ven would never say he genuinely worried for their well being, not anytime soon certainly, but this was something close.