"Ritual murder, nasty business," Cian said with a grimace. "I'm equal parts impressed and disgusted by what people can come up with. Did they just slice him to pieces, or what?" Among other things, that took a long time - and a lot of dedication.
"She's got a good side?" he queried. "Haven't seen an expression other than a scowl on her face." And she was uppity about her perception of 'justice,' the way all peacekeepers were... but he'd keep that particular opinion to himself, he thought. There was respect here, or something enough like it as made no difference. "Not that I mind women I don't know very well," he mused, "but she'd have slapped me in handcuffs yesterday if she'd thought she could get away with it. Unless that's something she's into." Wouldn't be the first time. "Didn't come from me - the rumor, that is." He didn't recall anyone being around when they had run into each other a few days back, but apparently someone had been.
Another bout had started below, the combatants warily circling. One of them had apparently decided that displaying her cleavage would distract her opponent from fighting. It wasn't going well for her, but it was pretty damn entertaining. Some days, he loved his job.