#wbfight

[leemalkovich]

@7evyns

Some killers prefer guns, while Lee fancies a knife. It isn't to say he needs one.

There's surely an evolution-based theory as to why human canines are sharp, why nails can draw blood, how fists can fit so flush around smaller necks. He'd been eyeing Sevyn's neck all night.

He eyes it now, still, as she stands victorious in the heart of the Arène. He has watched her fights and seen, in real time, as her ego inflated larger and larger. Time to knock it down a peg.

He steps forward, towering over her at nearly seven feet. "'Evening, darling. Now — D'you figure you could take someone your own size?"

He opens his arms, pariah like, blood-soaked palms turned heavenward. The whole of him, ready for a jab or two. Faux vulnerability. A trap. "Bloody head start, babes."

[suspicioushospitality]

( @intxication )

Another round. Syd's still raring to go - there's nothing like a good fight to get his blood pumping. The anger he feels, any frustration... he takes it out in the ring. And this is the perfect excuse to brawl. He doesn't know the man who comes forward- certainly not part of the Cartel, but for all he knew their affiliation could be Brotherhood or Syndicate. Still, he's ready. Blood stains on the striped pants from his Beetlejuice costume, green smears from the shitty hair spray he'd used earlier that night that's now streaked on his face.

"You ready for me?" He flashes a charming smile. "C'mon man, give me a challenge."

[theolangley]

who: @oflucent

The adrenaline of the night is making everyone jumpy. Theo can tell there's more than a few members of the crowd around them tapping their fingers or their feet, or they're leaning forward to get a better view. He gets it. Every time he's down here and not ready to collide a fist into flesh, he's itching for violence. For him, it's soothing to destroy and be destroyed. Whichever way this goes, he doesn't give a shit. It's not about winning.

The man across from him is someone he hasn't committed to memory. To Theo, he could be a nobody or a higher up. It doesn't matter. Rolling back his shoulders, he lifts his hands up to protect his face and sinks down into a defensive position. "Come on, then. Don't waste my time."

[pippsqueaks]

" sorry, this one's mine. " he pushes past the brotherhood member who's supposed to be entering the ring and takes their place instead.

if it wasn't obvious before, it's visible now, all over his cheekbones and more, that he's not a fighter. he'd been reprimanded for thinking so, but that goes out the window the second he sees syd standing there. god, his moms are gonna kill him.

" i think you're right, " he says, loosening his arms as he moves towards syd. " i am the lucky one. "

@knuckleddown

[leemalkovich]

@pippsqueaks

He's soaked, but not yet spent. Something about violence — while it may drain others, it fuels Lee further and further each time. The more he harms, the longer he can do it for. The boy approaching him must've no idea of it.

Now, Lee isn't one for trigger warnings — but with one look at Pip, he knows exactly into what positions certain tables will turn. In an almost boring way. There's no reward that comes with easy targets.

"Think it over, darling," he says. "Your mates will have nothing left to bury."