"You're a heretic right? Half vampire half witch" San asks hesitantly.
She inches closer to him, resting her weight on the table. "Who wants to know?"
"I was wondering, do you know how to... revive a vampire?"
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San wakes up to his new and shoc...
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Cheers. Loud cheers erupt all around San when he deliver a series of hard hitting punches to the opposing guy's head. People are screaming and clanking on the steel cage surrounding the two fighters.
Whether it was screams of anger that he'd finally managed to land a hit against the Goliath of a man he was fighting or screams cheering him on he wasn't sure. Though he swore he caught a few people yell out his name.
Goliath stumbles back but quickly recuperates. He swings a leg to the side for a go at San's already bruised ribs. Fortunately the shorter dodges. Unfortunately goliath uses that momentary distraction and connects his fist with San's jaw.
He goes flying back and slams against the cage. The people on the other side of said cage began screaming incoherent nothings in his ear. One of them yells "Get up! Get up!!" like a barbarian.
His vision was hazy and all the loud cheers weren't helping. His whole body ached and he felt like he was going to throw up.
He sits up straighter on the mucky floor, back to the cage, which had dried up blood, vomit and who knew what else from previous rounds between other fighters. He was sure some of the blood stains were his.
Goliath raises his beefy arms and yells like a brute as if already declaring his win. The crowd yells with him and begin chanting his name.
San hacks out the blood and saliva that collected in his mouth. He runs his hand through his unruly black chin length hair and away from his face. That's when he spots goliath charging towards him once again before he could even register what he was gonna do he gets a hard kick to the stomach.
More cheers.
San groans painfully. He doesn't get a chance to properly sit on the internal-organs-destroying-kick before goliath grabs his hair and begins pulling him to his feet. He obliges, a plan already formulating in his head.
He intentionally plays along, making his stronger opponent believe he's already won. And when he has his guard down...
San winces as he follows goliath around the cage due to the man's meaty fingers still being tangled in his hair. "Lets take a vote how do you want me to finish this match?" His deep yet scratchy voice cuts through all the yelling from the audience like nothing, grey eyes shining like a predator that has their prey cornered.
People began shouting out different things all at once. San managed to catch one of them yell, "Tear off his limbs". Fat chance.
Goliath's grip on his hair loosens and he takes that as his window of opportunity. He immediately twists and lands a hard bone crushing punch right over his right eye that sends the taller stumbling back, a cry of pain escaping his lips.
San groans in pain himself but briefly shakes out his wrist before using his other hand to punch on the other side of his head. Goliath falls on his ass, disoriented now that both eyes were handicapped.
