The moment he was declared the winner, Lukas exhaled.
That was when the pain slammed into him. He could now feel all the injuries and scrapes he'd accumulated throughout the fight.
The knife wound in his arm throbbed, and the knife that had created that wound was still lodged in his stomach. Even his twisted wrist hurt as if he'd done something worse to it.
He turned to look at Ansel.
The [Shaman] looked back at him from the ground, his eyes wide and his breathing completely shallow. Panic was still in his eyes, but now, there was a hint of acceptance.
They held each other's gaze for a second before Lukas nodded once. "Good game."
Then the healers were everywhere, their movements urgent as most of them swarmed Ansel.
They also approached him, quickly removing the knife and stemming the flow of blood that spurted out of the open wound.
