He looks up at her, then away, and nods. He's not worried - it's not against the rules to carry a knife in your pocket, as long as you don't get it out and use it. But now that she's mentioned it, he'll be able to keep an eye on it at least.
'Rico, watch her,' he tells his man shortly, and heads off to the ring. Men are shouting and shoving each other, placing last minute bets and passing bottles around. He hears none of it. He just focuses on the guy coming out to meet him; a muscled, meaty guy that stands about five inches taller than him. His favourite kind of opponent, actually - they're usually slower and he's fast to start off with.
The guy nods at him and pulls a 'duster from his pocket. Ramon nods back and finds his own, slipping it over the fingers of his right hand. People don't have to use them here but if you want to, your opponent has to agree - Ramon never says no. To say no would be weak and anyway, he likes the edge it gives proceedings.
As soon as they've sorted out that bit of business, the big guy swings. Ramon ducks it on reflex, laughs and just like that, everything else in life drops away. That's why he loves this. When you do this, nothing matters but survival and winning. He's loose, fast, dancing away from the big haymakers this man seems to favour. A couple of minutes in and he's taunting the guy, telling him what a good fuck his mother is and making his face turn red in rage. Ramon's barely thrown a shot yet but fuck it, he's enjoying himself.
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Date: 2010-02-28 10:48 pm (UTC)'Rico, watch her,' he tells his man shortly, and heads off to the ring. Men are shouting and shoving each other, placing last minute bets and passing bottles around. He hears none of it. He just focuses on the guy coming out to meet him; a muscled, meaty guy that stands about five inches taller than him. His favourite kind of opponent, actually - they're usually slower and he's fast to start off with.
The guy nods at him and pulls a 'duster from his pocket. Ramon nods back and finds his own, slipping it over the fingers of his right hand. People don't have to use them here but if you want to, your opponent has to agree - Ramon never says no. To say no would be weak and anyway, he likes the edge it gives proceedings.
As soon as they've sorted out that bit of business, the big guy swings. Ramon ducks it on reflex, laughs and just like that, everything else in life drops away. That's why he loves this. When you do this, nothing matters but survival and winning. He's loose, fast, dancing away from the big haymakers this man seems to favour. A couple of minutes in and he's taunting the guy, telling him what a good fuck his mother is and making his face turn red in rage. Ramon's barely thrown a shot yet but fuck it, he's enjoying himself.