"Fine," Eliot answered. He wasn't a big talker anyway, but worked up for a fight, he was in no mood to bother with words. He growled again, low in his throat. He was a trained fighter, and having a fight going on around him made him antsy. He wanted to be part of it, he had been the one to start it, after all. It was his fight, and he was standing on the sidelines. With Tach, who was safe, for the moment. He sighed. "You?" he grunted, to try and make sure Tach was all right. he didn't care what happened to the other guy.
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