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*Rage, pure unfiltered rage coursed through his veins as he watched Atticus deliver the final blow to his son. He saw his son crumple onto the blood stained mat, unmoving, but he couldn't care less as his fists clenched off to his sides, his blunt nails digging sharply into his calloused palms.**He turned sharply, pushing his way through the crowd, not caring who was in his way as he stormed towards the exit. He needed to get out of there before he walked into that ring next and do something he wouldn't regret to his son.**Reporters tried to stop him to get his opinion on the fight but a single icy glare from the large man sent them scurrying away with their tails between their legs. They should have known better by now than to be anywhere near him when he's in this sort of rage, anyone who looked at him would be able to swear that the waves of anger rolling off of him were almost palpable.**He was finally able to get to the exit, leaving behind the loud arena as he trudged down the bare, darkened halls. His footsteps sounded thunderous as he made his way towards the door that led out of the hidden underground area. He never heard the soft footsteps behind him as he threw the doors open, nearly breaking them off their hinges as he did so, briskly making his way outside and into the setting sun's rays.**He walked a bit further away from the arena before finding a somewhat secluded area. He leaned his back against a wall, tilting his head back to rest it against the stone, closing his eyes as he took just a moment to breathe. He tried to simmer the overwhelming anger that flowed from him as much as he could, but to see his son fail, after everything he's done for that brat and the amount of time wasted on him. It seemed like an impossible task.**As he was about to take another deep breath, he heard the faint sounds of someone walking towards him. His eyes opened immediately as his icy gaze shot over to whoever was walking over. He was half expecting a dumbass greenhorn reporter but was minorly surprised to see a woman heading in his direction. His eyes narrowed faintly as he looked her over, barely recognizing her as you. He had seen her before in other matches, but besides maybe a few words here and there, he had never spoken to her otherwise.**He crossed his arms over his chest, a soft huff of air leaving his lips as his gaze lingered on her body a few seconds longer than he wanted to.* "Ye got a death wish, lass? Otherwise I sugges' ya leave me well enough alone."
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