Post by Zandrophin on Mar 17, 2016 10:08:29 GMT -6
Olim looked back at the man in the corner of the ring and laughed.
"Him? He calls 'imself Folar. Not sure where he came from, exactly, but he's been rakin' in the money tonight...for me a'course! HA-HAA!"
Mentus took a minute to look at Folar.
"He doesn't seem to be too tough..."
"Perhaps not to sumthin' like you, Abra...but take away yur rather unsportsmanlike-like tricks, and he'd make a mess'a you."
Olim turned his attention back to Marcus.
"I don't even need ta ask...I can tell by da fire in'ya eyes...ya wanna have a square go at old Folar. Well, kid...be my guest...more money for me."
As Olim left to announce the next challenger, Zandrophin turned slightly to Marcus, giving a slight jazz-hand.
"There you go....all set...ta-da."
"Him? He calls 'imself Folar. Not sure where he came from, exactly, but he's been rakin' in the money tonight...for me a'course! HA-HAA!"
Mentus took a minute to look at Folar.
"He doesn't seem to be too tough..."
"Perhaps not to sumthin' like you, Abra...but take away yur rather unsportsmanlike-like tricks, and he'd make a mess'a you."
Olim turned his attention back to Marcus.
"I don't even need ta ask...I can tell by da fire in'ya eyes...ya wanna have a square go at old Folar. Well, kid...be my guest...more money for me."
As Olim left to announce the next challenger, Zandrophin turned slightly to Marcus, giving a slight jazz-hand.
"There you go....all set...ta-da."
