The boy that had been overly arrogant and crumpled before him, just looked at Art's outstretched hand as if it was a joke. The announcement of Art winning had already been played. However, the boy was still afraid that the beads Art controlled would move again.
"Sorry again, I was trying to hold that move for later but you kind of set it up and I needed to make the most of the situation." The more Art realized he had really scared the boy the worse he felt.
As if someone was shaking him awake, the boy finally grasped Art's hand. "I was fine. Just thinking. Your move was...a lot." He wanted to come off as strong but ended up just looking mote lost at the end.
