Chris
*Misha's eyes showed Mai's for a brief second. In fact, they were always the same, the same blue gaze that drowned anyone who stared into them. He didn't want to hurt Horace, not much, at least not more than necessary.*

*Misha approached the kitsune lying on the ground, running the back of his hand over the lips that were still bleeding from the fight he had earlier. Then, after a brief sigh, he kicked the man to the ground.*

"End of match for you."
Billy
*That was... Disappointing? Frustrating? A damn shame really. Either way, the thief's body is kicked lower, and he nearly rolls off the stage.*
"Ouch... T-that sucked... Y-you're pretty good in a fight."

*The man would sigh as he lies on his back, taking a moment of rest. Then suddenly rolling onto his back, launching himself onto his feet.*
"Well, i'm beat. Want a drink? Its bot often i get beat up like this."
Chris
*Misha had a satisfied smile on his face, feeling victorious despite seeing his injured friend on the floor. He put his hand on one of his shoulders, patting it a few times before holding it gently.*

"You fought well, congratulations."

*He hugged the kitsune's shoulders and pulled him along with him toward the bar. The bartender greeted them briefly and placed two glasses in front of them.*

"Sorry about the beating."