She stands up as tall as she can, watching him, heart in her mouth. The air in the crowd is strangely charged, and she keeps just as close a watch on the crowd. It's not the usual casual bloodlust of these events, there's something more. He's royalty here, and it shows in their faces. Like this is the only place they'd dare lift a hand against him.
She cheers for him, regardless, one hand resting on the butt of her gun. She cheers and winces, unconsciously weaving as she watches the big haymakers come in low and slow, waiting for Ramon to open up on him.
She also watches his uncle, smoking that cigar and looking not the least bit worried. She turns her eyes back to the fight and the shifting energy of the crowd. Whatever happens, she can handle herself.
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Date: 2010-03-01 06:30 am (UTC)She cheers for him, regardless, one hand resting on the butt of her gun. She cheers and winces, unconsciously weaving as she watches the big haymakers come in low and slow, waiting for Ramon to open up on him.
She also watches his uncle, smoking that cigar and looking not the least bit worried. She turns her eyes back to the fight and the shifting energy of the crowd. Whatever happens, she can handle herself.