[IC] ~THE GUILD COLOSSEUM~

[Doc Doctor]

Donny sighed and lit up another cigarette as he watched the two Ashen Level fighters go to town, the muscles in their sweat-laced backs straining as they dipped and punched and traded blows. It was the lowest level of power in the Colosseum, but it reminded him of those UFC fights that a considerable number of loan sharks kept tabs on. A little simplicity now and then was good for his blood pressure anyways. Anything above Cobalt Level made his eyes hurt from trying to keep track of what was going on. He leaned back and kicked his feet up onto the marble headrest of the seat in front of him, reclining as he tipped the brim of his fedora down to shade his eyes. It was always so fucking sunny here. Noticing a passing vendor, he crooked a thumb at her and barked out a jovial catcall.

"Ayuh, prettuh miss! How 'bout a beeyuh ovah 'ere, darlin'?"

The vendor, a prim girl with purple highlights, uttered a long suffering groan and approached Donny with her beer tray. She noted, with contempt, that the sphere above his head was green. The verdant ones were always so damned arrogant.

[plsdeletemyacc]

It wasn't long before Donny was joined by another fighter. A shiny yellow orb hung a few feet above the scraggy black locks of this burned-up dude that had definitely seen better days. How scraggy his hair was wasn't too evident, a neat cavalier settled over his dome and pulled down just a fair bit, enough to cast a bit of shade on his face. The air felt cooler that way. Coming from over the back of the seat,
Jeoffrey plopped down with a bit of a grunt and got right to getting comfy. Right calf raising over left knee, with his arms settling on the rests on either side. Carefully having chosen the left side of Donny meant that unless he leaned forwards, the Sicarius looked pretty fine saved for the unkempt van dyke.

"Shit, 'n I thought I was tha' ugliest one 'ere."

A bit of friendly banter was spat, his dark orbs watching the two brawling Ashens, though he wasn't paying much attention. Nor was any recognition given to the vendor as she gave Donny his drink. No, instead, he was interested in this butterface beside him.

[Doc Doctor]

@RiDaku

Donny lifted a hairless brow, flicking a lazy eye over Fry's bod as he took the mug of ale from the vendor.

"Least Aw'm gorgeous awn thah inside. Heeyuh, take this. Aw'm not a beer drinkah mawself. Prefer thah occasional Jaegermeister."

Donny held the beer out, turning his dry attention back to the fighting.

"Yah fancy a cigarette awn thah side? Got a pack but haven't smoked one in awhile."

[Griffintaur]

Such a testament proved to be even more true regarding the hubris of the third level combatants as one literally empowered by his ego rested alone in a corner. The large mutant was doing what he did best, being disinterested with the uneventful battles and mortal squabbling around him and focusing on an obviously more important task: grooming. At this moment his curved, goldenrod beak was hard at work within his immense wings as pitch as the night sky. Just some last minute preparations before he began his assault on anyone foolish enough to stand against him.

Even seemingly lost in his own agenda, the Griffintaur's senses never failed to alert him of his surroundings. Those who believed him to be off guard would find that to be a fatal flaw in judgement. With a body inherently equipped for combat with his numerous weaponized appendages, he was ready to slash and bludgeon The competition until only he remained. And all for the hell of it, really. Even with this green sphere above his head, he likely wouldn't stay on this floor for long.

[Doc Doctor]

@Griffintaur

Donny tilted his hat back, examining the huge beast at a distance. He wondered what it'd be like to ride on its back. He then imagined falling through the clouds, due to the lack of a seat belt. No, he wasn't about to try and ride a mythical creature any time soon.