Pale stood a dozen paces from Maximus. The pain had gone away somewhat... but it was going to get worse later. He needed to sleep it off... or maybe ask Troia to heal him.
She was a healer... even if she was a little... huggy? She liked to hug people. He didn't mind it too much? But she was supposed to be really important-- and it made Lady Natalya really mad?
Maximus twirled his spear to the sides and above his head, then locked it pointing forward, "You really should have stayed down, kid!"
The greatest gladiator of Ezyria began to walk towards him...
His steps were really slow... and he was watching closely... being really careful...
Was he tired? He didn't look tired. He didn't look hurt, at all, actually.
Pale was very tired... his body was telling him that it needed to rest. He was hurt too... a lot-- physically.
It didn't feel good fighting someone so strong after getting used to winning all the time.
