Damon stood outside the group and watched in silence as Collin kept fighting with the younger fighter in the cage.
People watching him could clearly hear his words over their soft murmurs.
Which for some people could be annoying.
The crowd shifted slightly, and Collin caught sight of Damon.
For a moment, he froze mid-step, his focus breaking.
His sharp eyes locked onto Damon, recognition dawning immediately.
"Well, feck me," Collin muttered, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He waved a hand, gesturing toward Damon. "Now, there's a face I didn't expect to see today."
The people in the group turned around and looked at the two fights with interest.
Damon offered a slight nod, his expression calm but curious.
He wasn't here to make a scene, but he also wasn't about to shy away from the attention.
