Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20141214041649

Plutarch licked blood off his lip and grinned, teeth stained red.

"Dang! Now this is a fight!" He chuckled darkly. He threw a hankercheif towards the dragon's face, which allowed him enough distraction to block a blind jab from his opponent and counter with a cross to his left cheek.

He feigned a kick, but stalled and elected to instead drag his spurs across the boy's torso, no doubt leaving a mark. He followed through with the kick and spun nearly a full 360 so he could face him.

He was saving his ace for the end; his final bit of juice and ruthlessness for when he really needed it. In truth, he was playing, toying with the kid. He really didn't care about the charm, in fact, he'd probably just return it to his attacker once he won. He waited for the other fighter's rebuttal.

Until then, this was gonna be fun.