An uglier wound marked his right arm from elbow to wrist, all the more visible because the cut had extended to the cuff of his costume, leaving the sleeve to hang loose around his elbow.
Ouch.
“Looks worse than it is. I’ve fought people like her before, in sparring and fighting classes. She was showing off with the first few cuts. Shallow, inflicting pain, not really meant to disable or deal real harm.”
Huh… why, though. Just showing off, or not actually wanting to harm the enemies too much, á la Taylor?
“That’s stupid,” I muttered. “I’m glad, but it’s stupid.”
Yeah, in an actual life and death fight, it really is.
“She probably didn’t think about it. I’d bet it’s something she learned and incorporated into her style while fighting for a crowd.”
Oh right, the fighting ring. No fun for the audience if one of the fighters is dead in three seconds flat.
He looked over in Hookwolf’s direction, then winced at how the movement pulled against his injured chest. “We should go.”
“Agreed.”
Yeah, if you can get away without fighting Hookwolf more than absolutely necessary, that would be good.
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