[ If one of them loses, both of them are removed from the fight. As much as he desires to focus entirely on his opponent, he remains aware of Ren's location during the fight. He sees the snap of his partner's head, as one of their rivals lands excited blows upon him -- he does not desire to ruin the man's enjoyment of the give-and-take of this dance, but his next step carries him to Ren's side. There's an advantage he will not allow himself to miss.
( -- it isn't the first time a wave of frustration have poured from him - jagged, rough - as he realizes how limited his power is by his bond with the symbiote. It hurts to attempt the Cut. )
Mid-swing, he's forced to ball his fist and, quite lamely, do nothing more bloody the nose of his opponent's avatar as he rejoins the other half of their fight. The fighter he's left behind is scrambling to their feet, intent on regrouping as well. Besides him, Ren seems far more at ease with everything than he does. His own emotions are the scrabbling fingernails of someone seeking a handhold upon an ice floe. It's the least in-control he's felt since his arrival - and his own brutality has increased tenfold, as a result. For a moment, he lingers at Ren's side, gaze flicking over the blood on his face and his naked delight, and he wants to know: does he enjoy the pain done unto him any more than he enjoys the pain he can cause another? ]
I'd be just as pleased to meet you on a future battlefield.
[ He moves to meet the siblings - toeing the knee of the opponent rushing him to drop them, cracking them across the throat with a tight elbow strike before he feels the second's weight carry him off his feet and onto the floor, rolling and grappling. If the fight looked dirty before, it's borderline filthy now - rabbit punches and a headbutt that splits his temple and leaves him blinded by blood. ]
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( -- it isn't the first time a wave of frustration have poured from him - jagged, rough - as he realizes how limited his power is by his bond with the symbiote. It hurts to attempt the Cut. )
Mid-swing, he's forced to ball his fist and, quite lamely, do nothing more bloody the nose of his opponent's avatar as he rejoins the other half of their fight. The fighter he's left behind is scrambling to their feet, intent on regrouping as well. Besides him, Ren seems far more at ease with everything than he does. His own emotions are the scrabbling fingernails of someone seeking a handhold upon an ice floe. It's the least in-control he's felt since his arrival - and his own brutality has increased tenfold, as a result. For a moment, he lingers at Ren's side, gaze flicking over the blood on his face and his naked delight, and he wants to know: does he enjoy the pain done unto him any more than he enjoys the pain he can cause another? ]
I'd be just as pleased to meet you on a future battlefield.
[ He moves to meet the siblings - toeing the knee of the opponent rushing him to drop them, cracking them across the throat with a tight elbow strike before he feels the second's weight carry him off his feet and onto the floor, rolling and grappling. If the fight looked dirty before, it's borderline filthy now - rabbit punches and a headbutt that splits his temple and leaves him blinded by blood. ]