[He doesn't come to these things for entertainment. He might have, once, but he's fought too much and too often to get any kind of enjoyment out of it anymore. No, Polnareff comes to watch one fighter in particular, and not for the reason most people do.
Dio fights differently on his own than he did with the World. That isn't to say he's bad at it; not in the least. But there's a distinct lack of care in the way he moves with his opponent. When he'd fought Jotaro, he'd been cautious, eager not to fall into a trap and be easily killed. Here, though, Dio doesn't bother with that caution. He dances and weaves and sometimes people even manage to get a hit in (though even Polnareff can see that's more for entertainment's sake than anything else). But he isn't afraid, he isn't bothering to be cautious, and it's fascinating to watch.
That's the other thing: he knows what he's doing. He's not just fighting; he's boxing expertly, and idly Polnareff wonders when and where he'd learned. Cairo? England? It hardly matters and he'll never know, but still. A question to ponder over when he can't sleep.
The room empties fairly quickly after the match ends, people streaming out to collect their bets and head home. Soon it's only himself, Dio, and a few spare trainers and custodians.]
Are you doing it for money or sport?
[To anyone else in the room, it sounds like a friendly inquiry.]
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Dio fights differently on his own than he did with the World. That isn't to say he's bad at it; not in the least. But there's a distinct lack of care in the way he moves with his opponent. When he'd fought Jotaro, he'd been cautious, eager not to fall into a trap and be easily killed. Here, though, Dio doesn't bother with that caution. He dances and weaves and sometimes people even manage to get a hit in (though even Polnareff can see that's more for entertainment's sake than anything else). But he isn't afraid, he isn't bothering to be cautious, and it's fascinating to watch.
That's the other thing: he knows what he's doing. He's not just fighting; he's boxing expertly, and idly Polnareff wonders when and where he'd learned. Cairo? England? It hardly matters and he'll never know, but still. A question to ponder over when he can't sleep.
The room empties fairly quickly after the match ends, people streaming out to collect their bets and head home. Soon it's only himself, Dio, and a few spare trainers and custodians.]
Are you doing it for money or sport?
[To anyone else in the room, it sounds like a friendly inquiry.]