Tatyana followed, noting that Zeke seemed to be please. That for some reason pleased her. She had a feeling their relationship wasn't a normal one, but it seemed quite natural to her. It all seemed like it was meant to be. She was happy with the arrangement, even if she wasn't sure what her place in it was. Tatyana leaned in as he explained that reputation or contacts were what you needed to fight here. Kasun had a sponsor.
Sponsor.
Truth be told, it seemed an odd thing for Zeke to mention, but the word resonated with her. Is that why he brought her here? Was he impressed by her fighting? After all, he had seen her fight. It was when she'd found the coin. She wondered if she was to find a sponsor tonight. If that was the case though, then why were they watching a fight. She put the thought away for now as they got a seat right next to the cage. They were surrounded by other fans, ready for the fight to start. Tatyana took her seat and shfited in anticipation for the fight.
She nodded at Zeke as he instructed her what to do. Tatyana wondered at that too. She wondered if he was going to bet based on her recommendation. That would be interesting. Finally the combatants were in the cage. Kasun stood, shirtless and muscular. His body was taut as if about to pounce and only held back by a significant amount of will. The other combatant, Tatyana did know his name, was of a similar build, but he held himself differently.
Tatyana looked at the pair with discerning eyes. She had learned how to size up fighters. Her dad had taught her that. Zeke had asked her what her father would have asked her too, although her father was more concerned with what what she could glean from a fighter's perspective rather than from an audience one. Still the skills were transferable. She had no stats to back up her thoughts, but maybe that was the point.
"Kasun," she said in answer to Zeke's question. Zeke hadn't asked for an explanation, but she gave one, her voice excited. "His opponent has training. His stance reveals that. Kasun doesn't - or if he does - it's unorthodox. Kasun's moves will be unpredictable. Any fighter with technical training knows how to counter that, but there's more. Look at the way he shifts his feet and opens and closes his hands. That's not relaxation. It's nervousness - fear. His shoulders are slumped and his gaze turned down. He's afraid," Tatyana said, turning her gaze to Kasun. He had begun to circle the cage, golden eyes locked on his opponent and his mouth opened in an animalistic grin...or was it a snarl? She turned back to Zeke. "Kasun knows it. He's already pressing that advantage. I think Kasun will win - and it will be brutal."
Tatyana turned back to the fight. Kasun took a step forward and his opponent shift back and there was a slight loss of balance. It was caught quickly - probably unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but it was there, and she caught it. "Back step a little too fast. Yes...he's afraid." Kasun continued his movement forward and the fight began in earnest.
Sponsor.
Truth be told, it seemed an odd thing for Zeke to mention, but the word resonated with her. Is that why he brought her here? Was he impressed by her fighting? After all, he had seen her fight. It was when she'd found the coin. She wondered if she was to find a sponsor tonight. If that was the case though, then why were they watching a fight. She put the thought away for now as they got a seat right next to the cage. They were surrounded by other fans, ready for the fight to start. Tatyana took her seat and shfited in anticipation for the fight.
She nodded at Zeke as he instructed her what to do. Tatyana wondered at that too. She wondered if he was going to bet based on her recommendation. That would be interesting. Finally the combatants were in the cage. Kasun stood, shirtless and muscular. His body was taut as if about to pounce and only held back by a significant amount of will. The other combatant, Tatyana did know his name, was of a similar build, but he held himself differently.
Tatyana looked at the pair with discerning eyes. She had learned how to size up fighters. Her dad had taught her that. Zeke had asked her what her father would have asked her too, although her father was more concerned with what what she could glean from a fighter's perspective rather than from an audience one. Still the skills were transferable. She had no stats to back up her thoughts, but maybe that was the point.
"Kasun," she said in answer to Zeke's question. Zeke hadn't asked for an explanation, but she gave one, her voice excited. "His opponent has training. His stance reveals that. Kasun doesn't - or if he does - it's unorthodox. Kasun's moves will be unpredictable. Any fighter with technical training knows how to counter that, but there's more. Look at the way he shifts his feet and opens and closes his hands. That's not relaxation. It's nervousness - fear. His shoulders are slumped and his gaze turned down. He's afraid," Tatyana said, turning her gaze to Kasun. He had begun to circle the cage, golden eyes locked on his opponent and his mouth opened in an animalistic grin...or was it a snarl? She turned back to Zeke. "Kasun knows it. He's already pressing that advantage. I think Kasun will win - and it will be brutal."
Tatyana turned back to the fight. Kasun took a step forward and his opponent shift back and there was a slight loss of balance. It was caught quickly - probably unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but it was there, and she caught it. "Back step a little too fast. Yes...he's afraid." Kasun continued his movement forward and the fight began in earnest.