There were... numerous times where Eythan was on the edge of his rock-filled seat, talons clutching at the rock and waiting for the first syllable of a cry for help or some signal to stop. Damn if he wasn't worried about the kid getting... well, wailed on. And sat on. As if all the physical bruises weren't enough - poor thing's got a pride problem to deal with now, too.
So, when Shengxaio stepped in, it was definitely high time to call it quits.
"Well - !" he started, and cleared his throat, "Carja wins this round and moves on - and Alrik'll continue to fight in our next bracket!" (Which is yet to be drawn out because I sure can't write or draw! Eythan thought, as an aside.) Once that official announcement was done, the gryphon glided into the arena and looked Alrik over, "hey, kiddo, can you stand? Let's get you checked by a medic real quick."
If the cat obliged, he'd lead the way towards Oliver, on standby.
exit?
@Carja @Alrik @Shengxiao @Vargas (Oliver?)
@Hunter ... me? i think i put alpha in here...
Alrik had lost.
No surprise there AAAAAAAGH!
He refused to look up. He'd gotten her off, he was standing up, he was leaving now. Not responding to a single word anyone was saying. He could stand. He was fine. He was AWESOME actually, it's just that... I don't know, something had kept him from showing it! Tripped him up! It wasn't him. He was FINE.
To the medic on standby, and then to next bracket. He'd show them there just how perfectly fine he was! A bruise on his shoulder and chest hurt, like a lot, but he could still stand! HE WAS FINE!
To be honest, Alrik was still pretty proud of himself for that. He could still stand. After all that, after being toppled almost completely, he could still stand! If he could take that, then with time, with patience, he could take even more.
He could fathomable think, not just dream, of a day when getting body-slammed and sat upon didn't hurt so much. And that's how he would win.
- exit -