[center] [h3] Gamble [/h3][/center]
[hr]
Gamble nodded in satisfaction at the end result of this conflict, turning to walk back inside without further thought. He was mildly surprised at the Westin the Tinker had asked, and paused.

"Call me Gamble. I'd invite you to come watch me win this little tournament, but you seem pretty set on leaving," he said with a slight wave before he stuck his hands in his pockets and began walking back inside. "Just go get fixed up before you die, will ya?"

Back inside, things seemed to have began to settle down in preparation of the next batch of fights. Perhaps they would be more interesting than the first.

He almost considered betting on the other matches, but without proper information on the fights... It just wasn't worth betting on anyone but himself.