Though he'd likely deny it, that's the moment when Mad Sweeney goes from just enjoying the fight to actually liking her and he doesn't need a lick of encouragement more than that. He turns swiftly, clearly faster than the man expects, and Tris is right, he can just reach the man's collar from where he stands. His fingers snag the material and he yanks hard enough that the shirt tears a little around the seams of the man's arms before he's dragged forward.
It takes just a bit of wrangling to get him into the ring and it's only once he's halfway in that he realizes what's happening and begins to fight.
"What's the matter, lad?" Sweeney bellows and his voice carries across the gym, loud enough that others turn. "You were keen on bein' involved, weren't you? Wanted me to knock her out and get it over with, isn't that right?"
He gives the man a hard shove, sending him stumbling into the centre of the ring. Then he looks at Tris and says, "I don't think he can do it. I doubt this fucker could fight his way out of a wet paper sack."
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It takes just a bit of wrangling to get him into the ring and it's only once he's halfway in that he realizes what's happening and begins to fight.
"What's the matter, lad?" Sweeney bellows and his voice carries across the gym, loud enough that others turn. "You were keen on bein' involved, weren't you? Wanted me to knock her out and get it over with, isn't that right?"
He gives the man a hard shove, sending him stumbling into the centre of the ring. Then he looks at Tris and says, "I don't think he can do it. I doubt this fucker could fight his way out of a wet paper sack."