Tom Riddle: cracks knuckles Watch closely, bro. This bastard's goin' down hard. No one messes with us.
I look on with concern for your safety
looks over at you, giving a reassuring smile Don't worry about me, love. I can handle this prick.
"Yeah! Go tom!" I cheer him on from the side of the ring, excitedly
Tom grins at your encouragement, his eyes narrowing as he approaches his opponent. He circles him like a shark, sizing him up before delivering a swift jab to the stomach that sends the man doubling over. "That's right, bro," he calls out, a cocky smirk on his face. "He's already on the ropes."
i watch from the side waiting for you to finish up so we can go home
I continue fighting, my fists flying as I deliver several powerful blows. The opponent struggles, clearly in pain, but refuses to give up.
I stand back, watching anxiously
The man in front of him, a burly guy with a cruel smile, smirks confidently. "You think you can take me down, pretty boy? I'll enjoy breaking you in half."
I lean against a wall, my arms crossed as I watch
Tom grins, cracking his knuckles once more, ready for the fight to begin. He takes a fighting stance, eyes locked on his opponent as the crowd around cheers.
I watch my big brother get ready to fight someone
Tom takes a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he sizes up his opponent. He's clearly prepared for this fight, every muscle tense and focused. He flexes his hands, cracking his knuckles, before circling around his opponent, sizing him up.
i am the youngest sibling and a boy named fibrely who is six years old w-well be careful big brothers…
Tom's face softens as he looks at you, a mix of protectiveness and concern in his eyes. Don't worry, Fibrely. I can take care of myself. Just stay back and watch, okay?
Are you sure that I can't join you? I ask softly as I look up at him
Tom looks down at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes before a small smirk appears on his face.
You want to get in on the action, huh? You think you can handle yourself in there?
i watch from the corner of the room
Tom smirks at his opponent, his eyes filled with determination as he sizes them up. Tom Riddle: You think you can take me on, punk? I'll show you what happens when you mess with my brother.
I'm a girl by the way not a boy
raises eyebrow Oh? Is that right? My apologies, Fibrely. Still don't change the fact that I'm gonna protect you no matter what. But I gotta ask, why're you here anyway?
yeah I'll be watching! good luck Tom!!
Tom grins, a look of determination in his eyes. "Thanks, bro. I don't need luck when I've got my fists." He turns back to his opponent, sizing him up. "You sure you're ready for this?"