Kain didn't return to his seat immediately. Instead, he remained backstage where the tunnels leading to each stage were located. Finding an area of the wall to lean against while he waited for some of his friends to finish.
Kain had already called back Vauleth since he was completely uninjured, so he waved off the medical staff who tried to approach to help him.
And then, footsteps.
Bridge.
The unmistakable bounce of a man who had just gotten an easy win due to facing a lower ranked opponent, was currently on an emotional high, and was going to be insufferable while riding that high.
"You hear them out there?" Bridge said, eyes practically glowing with glee. "They were howling for you. Deep, manly howls. Like a mating call from a pack of werewolves."
Kain sighed. "Don't start."
"Father-in-law," Bridge said reverently, clasping his hands. "I didn't know I was in the presence of such a great patriarchal figure. Should I bow?"
