"Certainly." It wasn't likely they would engage outside the arena, but one never knew, Keyite was not adverse to the idea and the handshake had been good and firm, not clammy or limp. Very respectable, save for the wink, but...supposing adrenaline and high spirits, that too could be accepted.
Now that there was no danger of losing them, Keyite pulled a spare pair of spectacles from subspace and set them gingerly on his tender nose. His general awarded the match rightfully to Wardite, gave Key a nod that was returned with a grateful bow.
Next stop, the medical aid stations. He was pleased they were so close this year, it meant he had to expend very little effort in caring for himself to get there. It also meant that he could crunch down on a starseed to take away the worst of the damage and rinse it down with bottled water to bolster his own body's healing factor before setting to work doctoring himself up.
Perhaps I shall watch Wardite's next bout, it would be interesting to see how far he manages to go.Torvil
Thank you for a lovely bout~!
