@LamiaGirl And M is labeled for violence~
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One punch to the face, two to his left and a quick jab had the fighter reeling back in the ring, his face dribbling with blood. Perspiration glittered across his skin, dancing from the multiple lamp lights that burned over head and cast dancing lights across the arena floor. It even made the blood on his skin and that which was spilled on the sandy floor sparkle as the fighter picked back up his fists, one eyed swollen, and his lips puckering and bleeding from a cut, as he cut a jab across to the man. A miss, though intentional so he could swing down low, hitting the man int he ribs, then swing upwards to crack him beneath his jaw.
Stunned, the other man stumbled backwards, and his opponent moved in fast, fists close to his face and wasting no time in sealing a few more quick blows, the last one being at the temple before the man would fall.
And there he stood, the referee bellowing out the win,
"Jack in the Box is the winner!"
And the crowd went wild, drinks being spilled and curses erupted at money lost. Though Jack had a reputation, he was actually seen as the under dog in this fight. But he came out victorious, he often times did, and this time was an exceptional fight, as the man was at least two feet taller than Jack and had double the muscles.
But it wasn't like he hadn't come out of it without a scratch, for once he had collected his winnings, he stumbled out, shirtless into the cool, night air. Sweat still made his body slick, clinging to his muscles, and to his wounds. He seemed to glitter like the stars over head, and as he tossed back his water skin, he poured half the contents over his face as he ignored the sharp pains from the cuts on his lip and cheek, but took relief from the cool waters against the bruise over his eye, among other places.
Well, nothing like another night and a job well done. He made good money- could have been better, but he wasn't paid as much as he usually would. In fact, the fight was almost never to be. No one thought the Jack in the Box could really take down Mantis, the Brute.
But hey, he did. And his victory stroll was a lonely walk home through a wooded street on the outskirts of Matron's Hallow where the lake could be seen shimmering in the moon light a she passed through thick lines of scattered trees.