Conrad's arm was severed. Blood spurted from where his arm had come from. Conrad's screams didn't stop. It must hurt. The medical team swiftly went down to the field and stopped Gustave's bleeding. They were Priests so great that they could reconnect their severed arms.
"ISSSACCC!!! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU SHUT TO SHIT AFTER HURTING ME!!! REFEREE! THE GAME IS NOT FINISHED! I CAN STILL FIGHT!"
The referee, who was about to announce Isaac's victory, fell silent. He hesitated, so he looked at Isaac. But the boy nodded. He didn't mind at all. The match must continue.
The referee nodded and left the arena again. Issac waited for Gustave to rise again. While Gustave, with a look of Revenge, started to stand up. His breath is heavy. His body is quite large up and down.
