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-- Don't worry, he won't forget you... Guys like that don't forget anything – their self-importance makes them believe that any gesture towards them is as significant as their very mysterious, gloomy, and unusual personality, -- Gunnlaug returns to the orchestra. -- It's a good melody, by the way. The battle is no worse than a dance, and it also needs a suitable accompaniment. -- I bet on you, by the way, and you lost. -- Well, you're a real idiot... -- the northerner grumbles as usual, but can't hide the fact that he's pleased about it.
- I doubt I'll ever see him again. And it's not a big loss, since he didn't fulfill his task, - his shoulders express indifferent shrugging. - We were all rooting for you, colleague. To go into a knowingly unequal fight while drunk, against those who have devoted their entire lives to bashing each other's heads in instead of doing something more productive... I suppose... that's also a kind of courage? - something that started as a statement ended on a questioning note. - You may have warmed up one of the female hearts in the audience.Author
-- You can't throw fire, but he probably can. I've been to so many Tournaments, and this is the first time I've seen it.
- Be sure that next time they will adjust the rules. Guys like that red dandy hate to lose, - an empty gaze assesses the dejected dandy and the benefactor in the company of the imperturbably gray musical old woman, who are staring at the thick crimson surface of the tightly clenched cups. - I've never been to such events before and don't really understand these super-aggressive techniques, but I think it was... satisfactory. Watching the faces of the crowd, clinging to their seats in anticipation of the outcome of the bet, not knowing whether they will make ends meet this month or indulge in cheap beer and porridge with offal - however primitive it may sound, there is something to it. I might even be able to turn this thought into a craft, - Tifa summarizes her impressions of both Tournaments. - What else do the powerful have in store for them this week?