[In some precious moment before the explosion had rocked the building, someone had managed to slip close enough to put a knife somewhere delicate - maybe it had been meant for the fighter, but in the dark it'd found the side of his of his representatives: a broader, more barrel-chested man that Adetkunbo himself, standing now with an ashen expression and his hand pressed firmly to his side and blood eking out between his fingers.
There's screaming, a wail of someone in the parlor. The bland emergency lights flicker up. A sharp ks-hzzzzt as the parlor's fire fighting systems kick on. Kun-Kun, short when he isn't standing on some platform or sitting behind an extraspace holoconference table, jerks his arm out from under Lexa's hand. There's something sharp and drawn in his expression, something pitched like reflexive fear or panic. This is different than fighting in a ring is. It takes him a long beat, like hearing sound through water. Then he shakes himself and moves to gather his assistant by the elbow and make their way to the door through the back of the parlor.]
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There's screaming, a wail of someone in the parlor. The bland emergency lights flicker up. A sharp ks-hzzzzt as the parlor's fire fighting systems kick on. Kun-Kun, short when he isn't standing on some platform or sitting behind an extraspace holoconference table, jerks his arm out from under Lexa's hand. There's something sharp and drawn in his expression, something pitched like reflexive fear or panic. This is different than fighting in a ring is. It takes him a long beat, like hearing sound through water. Then he shakes himself and moves to gather his assistant by the elbow and make their way to the door through the back of the parlor.]