The glare that Tseng levels at Rude is cold enough to put a chill in the air.
"It bears repeating," he says, slinking back up to his feet, shaking out his ankles, "that you are to take this very seriously. This is no official circuit, Rude. These men fight dirty. The crowd loves blood and they know it."
He was almost not sold on this being worth it. But his faith in Rude superceded that risk. Now, he steps forward as Rude stretches, pressing his weight down on his back to help him really push the boundaries of the burn here.
"We'll start with a run to get you acclimated to the thinner air. It's going to be painful." Now his eyes are glittering, though he does not allude to why. He doesn't have to, does he? "Let me know when you start to pass out."
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"It bears repeating," he says, slinking back up to his feet, shaking out his ankles, "that you are to take this very seriously. This is no official circuit, Rude. These men fight dirty. The crowd loves blood and they know it."
He was almost not sold on this being worth it. But his faith in Rude superceded that risk. Now, he steps forward as Rude stretches, pressing his weight down on his back to help him really push the boundaries of the burn here.
"We'll start with a run to get you acclimated to the thinner air. It's going to be painful." Now his eyes are glittering, though he does not allude to why. He doesn't have to, does he? "Let me know when you start to pass out."