Agron is from lands east of the Rhine. (notaf_ckinggaul) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-31 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | agron, nasir |
Who: Agron and Nasir.
What: The ever inevitable meeting.
When: Recently.
Where: Agron's gym.
Rating: TBD (we'll say PG-13 to be safe).
Warnings: TBD / probably a lot of language.
Status: In progress (closed).
Now that he was moved and everything was settled, Agron felt like he hadn't been in the gym in ages. Which wasn't really a great thing when your profession was beating the shit out of other guys. So Agron made his way to the gym to start gearing up for a fight he had looming on the horizon.
That fucking French guy. Undefeated. Agron snorted thinking about it. Undefeated.
Not this time.
Agron had just taped up his hands and was starting his routine at the punching bag when something caught his eye. He had to double take when he saw the short man, unknown to him in this world but so familiar that Agron felt like he'd been punched in the face. And he knew what that felt like.