WHO:Agron & Nasir WHEN:Week 3, Tuesday Night WHERE: The basement of a club in Jannati City WHAT:A different kind of fight club RATING:NSFW STATUS:closed, in-progress This was only the second time that Nasir had seen Agron fight. The first time, the previous Friday night had not been what he expected. He'd thought he wouldn't like seeing Agron hurt or hurting others. Though he learned quickly that he did like it. He discovered he was as capable as anyone else to enjoy a certain amount of blood lust. It frightened him a little that he liked it. But he loved seeing Agron fight. Gods, he was so beautiful. Even in his human form, the big German moved with cat-like grace. He was fast and relentless.
Tonight, they had driven out to Jannati City. To what at first looked like an ordinary night club. Loud music throbbed through the walls and floor as people danced. He and Agron were lead below, down a flight of stairs hidden behind a false wall to another kind of club altogether. There was a huge, octagonal cage in the center of the floor. It was surrounded by bleachers on which sat rich men and women who would watch and bet on the fights that went on inside it. It reminded Nasir of gladiators in ancient Rome. They followed the fight arranger to a room set aside for Agron. Nasir set down the bag of Agron's equipment and started laying out the things he might need.