He tugged his shirt over his head. His skin had bronzed a bit, from working shirtless in the sun. The manual labor on the ranch was tiring, and not quite as fulfilling as beating people up, but Eliot had adjusted to the life fairly well. He still managed to beat people up, when he had need to, though he hadn't sought any thugs out, since he and Candy had gone after the driver who had hit Sam.
"You sitting this one out?" Eliot arched a brow at Candy sitting at the side of the ring.