01-16-2023, 12:56 AM
Any Scandinavian might have been honored with the comparison, but Seven bowed his head in recognition of referring to them as Vikings. He adored the mythology and modern interpretations, but for a house who trailed its descendants more than a thousand years, he knew exactly who his ancestors were. It was said the first king of Sweden was from the blood of gods. Therefore, the comparison was accurate, and Seven was honored. He raised his glass, and helped correct the close toast’s pronunciation happily with more spirits.
One second they were chatting about meat, and Seven took the initiative to go ahead and place a few orders. He enjoyed Jay’s company, and found himself willing to talk at length on any subject. The next, Jay moved in a flash and Seven could only barely comprehend with the confrontation that followed such was its swiftness and ferocity.
He saw the flash of electricity before it came close to anyone. “I’m sure that’s not necessary,” he stepped up to try and position himself between the staff and the two men. “Stop,” he said but he failed to save either of them. It wrenched his stomach to knots to watch them both fall.
He was aware when they came that Almaz was not particularly safe. Fights broke out more than once in the past. Though Seven did not recollect such stringent control measures. The edge of fighting was precisely why he chose to bring Jay here this night, but he specifically intended to keep his guest on the periphery of violence, not drop him straight into it.
He should not have been surprised that the floor opened like the gaping maws of a beast to swallow up the commotion. His concern smoothed itself away when next he was noticed, and he followed the rest of the crowd downstairs to watch how the situation unfolded.
Blood and glorious battle did not ruffle his feathers. It wasn’t the beating that made Seven consider the proximity previously shared with his new acquaintance. As the fight went on, money flew like birds through the audience. Seven did not wager either way. He was too engrossed in the outcome and the flaring of Runes to consider otherwise.
They were both spectacularly matched. The wagers reflected as much, but it indeed seemed as if it was one-sided. The shield of defensiveness was quick to spring from one. Microphones embedded in the pit highlighted every audible taunt, much to the amusement of the audience. A picture quickly formed for Seven, of why the two men were so viscerally engaged. He knew of nothing so heated as the betrayal of friends.
When the fight concluded, Seven cheered along with the rest of his audience goers. He added to the ongoing cavalcade of revelries, reflections and replays. But when he caught his window, he slipped away, seeking the exits from which the pits regurgitated their combatants.
He found Jay at one such exit. The man was not so badly wounded as he had imagined to encounter. He breathed a sigh of relief. “You didn’t warn me that it was going to be me who would be enjoying the entertainment. I think you’ve earned that cheeseburger,” he opened an arm to wrap the other man’s shoulder and guide him upward. He’d not probe for explanation nor inquire about the aftermath unless Jay offered it first.
One second they were chatting about meat, and Seven took the initiative to go ahead and place a few orders. He enjoyed Jay’s company, and found himself willing to talk at length on any subject. The next, Jay moved in a flash and Seven could only barely comprehend with the confrontation that followed such was its swiftness and ferocity.
He saw the flash of electricity before it came close to anyone. “I’m sure that’s not necessary,” he stepped up to try and position himself between the staff and the two men. “Stop,” he said but he failed to save either of them. It wrenched his stomach to knots to watch them both fall.
He was aware when they came that Almaz was not particularly safe. Fights broke out more than once in the past. Though Seven did not recollect such stringent control measures. The edge of fighting was precisely why he chose to bring Jay here this night, but he specifically intended to keep his guest on the periphery of violence, not drop him straight into it.
He should not have been surprised that the floor opened like the gaping maws of a beast to swallow up the commotion. His concern smoothed itself away when next he was noticed, and he followed the rest of the crowd downstairs to watch how the situation unfolded.
Blood and glorious battle did not ruffle his feathers. It wasn’t the beating that made Seven consider the proximity previously shared with his new acquaintance. As the fight went on, money flew like birds through the audience. Seven did not wager either way. He was too engrossed in the outcome and the flaring of Runes to consider otherwise.
They were both spectacularly matched. The wagers reflected as much, but it indeed seemed as if it was one-sided. The shield of defensiveness was quick to spring from one. Microphones embedded in the pit highlighted every audible taunt, much to the amusement of the audience. A picture quickly formed for Seven, of why the two men were so viscerally engaged. He knew of nothing so heated as the betrayal of friends.
When the fight concluded, Seven cheered along with the rest of his audience goers. He added to the ongoing cavalcade of revelries, reflections and replays. But when he caught his window, he slipped away, seeking the exits from which the pits regurgitated their combatants.
He found Jay at one such exit. The man was not so badly wounded as he had imagined to encounter. He breathed a sigh of relief. “You didn’t warn me that it was going to be me who would be enjoying the entertainment. I think you’ve earned that cheeseburger,” he opened an arm to wrap the other man’s shoulder and guide him upward. He’d not probe for explanation nor inquire about the aftermath unless Jay offered it first.