Hannibal Oryen
Slick Fondorian
Hannibal could have assaulted the downed Slade in those precious few moments before the ding, but opted not to. He didn't want this over too quickly. He had to make himself look good, and needed more opportunities to do so. It was a little disappointing his punch had been blocked, but he was hardly complaining. He still floored his opponent, and that got a roaring response from the crowd. The guy had also opted not to come back at Hannibal again, though that was probably more for tactical reasons than anything else. Hannibal cracked his neck, meandering over to his corner of the ring, giving his opponent a curt nod.
The side of his head still stung, but that was normal. It would probably keep hurting for the duration of this match and then some time after. No matter. They were offering drinks, but Hannibal refused them once he settled down in his corner. There was no way he was fighting drunk. That would only make him look silly. No, he'd stay away from the drink. No doubt someone would have his spiked if they bet enough money on the other guy... Not that there was much to go on thus far in terms of which way this fight was going to swing.
Hannibal reclined in his corner, cybernetic eyes focusing and refocusing as they processed every little thing they could in regards to Slade's movements...
The side of his head still stung, but that was normal. It would probably keep hurting for the duration of this match and then some time after. No matter. They were offering drinks, but Hannibal refused them once he settled down in his corner. There was no way he was fighting drunk. That would only make him look silly. No, he'd stay away from the drink. No doubt someone would have his spiked if they bet enough money on the other guy... Not that there was much to go on thus far in terms of which way this fight was going to swing.
Hannibal reclined in his corner, cybernetic eyes focusing and refocusing as they processed every little thing they could in regards to Slade's movements...