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As the victor is announced, Terri applauds lightly, giving the woman her due. Slowly, it seemed that others were leaving and the night was winding down. The redhead turned to Marcus, Aaren and Andrew. "Well, this was fun," she smiled, standing and smoothing out the hem of her dress. "I'm going to head home. Nice to meet you Andrew," she added in her ever-friendly manner, offering a petite handshake. "I'l catch you lovely pair later," she grinned to Marcus and Aaren.
Terri exits Scene
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The sumo snorted as he woke from the nap at the sound of the announcement. Glancing around, he could see that many of the Arrows had already departed and sighed wearily. Some of the bruises had healed but the lesson had been learnt in those bruises.
He need to keep practicing. Adaptability is Strength.
Slowly picking himself from his ample backside, Jonokuchi rubbed his eyes before lumbering from the Forge, stopping to thank Duncan for hosting the event.
Jono departs
Perched by the bar, Crowley watches as the event winds down. Finishing his beer, he too, leaves. There is a broad smile on his face and sated, if manic, cast to his eye.
"Great show! Hell yeah!" He waves, part salute and part benediction, to the organiser of the event, as he passes by on his way to the exit.
Crowley exits the scene
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Striker's words elicit the barest inward wince. Perhaps they'd have a talk sometime about subtlety. Avis seemed content to use the cover regardless, so the issue wasn't particularly pressing.
A quick nod at the departing Talons before the shaman turns back to Terri Nutkins with a shrug. "We train together, it's usually pretty low-key." His gaze goes distant for the briefest instant before snapping back into focus. Except when it's life and death.
"Why? Don't tell me you're jealous." It's a smokescreen, and an obvious one at that. It seems Andrew is better at navigating around his friends' hangups than his own.
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As Terri takes her leave, the Thyrsus returns her handshake before heading out himself with a wave to Marcus and Aaren.
Animus exits scene
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The night concludes as those in attendance begin to slip out in ones and twos, keeping a low-profile as they do. Duncan and Swilla lock up and take steed of the night. Fairly successful, and gave the pair an idea of the talent out there.
As well as the players outside of the cage.
End Scene
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