The fighting ground is being prepared for the next. Spatters of blood are found and scattered with sand, bookies are stirring the ground. Jaime himself comes to watch, without gambling, but with the avid focus of someone analysing his own sport as opposed to experiencing the visceral rush it might bring him or the people around him. A glance, to see if there's anything worth watching happening yet.
There isn't, but he does snag a look at the bull-like xenian he'd bested, his on fingers stretching and relaxing again in a reflexive attempt to rid himself of tension, before looking back to her. "A brawl without a worthy audience is a shameful affair." A nod to the grumblers. "They're a part of the spectacle, whether they like it or not."
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The fighting ground is being prepared for the next. Spatters of blood are found and scattered with sand, bookies are stirring the ground. Jaime himself comes to watch, without gambling, but with the avid focus of someone analysing his own sport as opposed to experiencing the visceral rush it might bring him or the people around him. A glance, to see if there's anything worth watching happening yet.
There isn't, but he does snag a look at the bull-like xenian he'd bested, his on fingers stretching and relaxing again in a reflexive attempt to rid himself of tension, before looking back to her. "A brawl without a worthy audience is a shameful affair." A nod to the grumblers. "They're a part of the spectacle, whether they like it or not."