02-11-2013, 08:26 PM
"As much as it'll pain you to hear it, I'm not terribly interested in getting in with your family, Gustavsson."
Rayner dodged back from Axel's leg and swung a fist toward the heir's face. The kick was a near miss, really. Rayner hadn't expected him to move as fast as he did, but at this point he didn't worry much about it. As the kicks and hits started to fly the men and women around them pushed in some more, constricting their fighting space and adding pressure to their conflict. Someone further back in the crowd waved some paper money above his head and shouted out for bets as if this fight were any old cock fight you could go and watch in the shadier parts of the city. How shameful it must have been if he noticed... if he even had a frame of reference for what the terms were that were being called out into the night air.
But Rayner wasn't going to just swing and wait for Axel to try another blow. He swung low, under his first arm, to make a jab at his stomach. Already the first few locks of his hair were falling out from the once neat pony-tail that was tied behind his head.
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