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Glistening in glorious sweat, Fler emerged from the magical sphere leaving behind a bloody, panting opponent. It had been a while since they had the chance to just kick the shit out of someone. The young wolf had put up a good fight but at the end of the night, Fler was just faster. It was nice to blow off some steam and make a chunk of cash at the same time. After getting paid and shaking their opponent's hand, Fler headed over to their duffel bag for a towel to wipe down. The cheer of spectators that had died down at the demon’s exit picked up again as another pair stepped into the circle for a fresh match.
Ever since the vampires swept through the West and taken down their leader, Inferno’s group dynamic hadn’t been the same. They used to do face-offs against one another in a ring. No powers or anything--just fists. There was really nothing quite like punching your family in the face. No one ever really got hurt or angry--it was nice. But there was no more of that now. Most of the others just didn’t feel up for it. It was like the fire was just gone. Fler wasn't thinking about any of that during the fight. The physicality of it placed them firmly in their body and out of their head. That would be wearing off soon, though.
After toweling down the back of their neck, Fler uncurled their long scarlet braid and let it fall to the small of their back. Retrieving their wallet from the bag, they shoved the prize money--save a $50--inside and stuffed it into the pocket of their loose black shorts. Sweat and the occasional splatter of blood had soaked through their red tanktop but they didn’t appear phased by this. With duffel bags zippered up, Fler slung it over their shoulder and made their way to the bar in the main club.
It was time for a well-deserved drink.
The fire demon plopped down on one of the barstools closest to the guarded entrance to the back room and made eye contact with one of the bartenders. Fler stretched their arms over their head and tilted their head from side to side, neck cracking with a series of satisfying pops. It was pretty busy tonight and the bartender nodded, still in the middle of making a few other drinks.