Re: Mad Sweeney & Angeline Dawes
"Could do Wednesdays," Sweeney replied with a sour smirk. Shittiest day of the week, and perfect for some bloodsport.
There was yet another one intent on protective gear and the like. Why had modern fighting turned everyone so damned delicate and worried about a little broken this or sprained that? "You're welcome to whatever, but I prefer none of that." He had the perpetually scraped up and bruised knuckles that never had the opportunity to heal to prove it. "What's the fun in it without a little blood?"