The cheers from the crowd became low as everyone's eyes were now on Rowan and the man crying in pain inside the cage. Rowan stood in front of the man with a bored look on his face, showing no remorse for what he had done. In everything that had happened, Rowan was glad the message had been sent across. None of them would dare to say a word of disrespect to his woman.
"Rowan, I was going to let you off with just the fist fight, but you went too far," Cazimir started. "That boy's father was among the first to build the blood pit. Now, everyone will be watching my next move."
Rowan's eyes moved away from the young man and settled on Cazimir. "What do you want to do then? I can't fix his hand if that's what you're asking for," he shrugged nonchalantly, touching the piece of cloth he used to wrap his hand.