With all four of us out of our battles unscathed - or at least, having been relatively unscathed, with Anput taking the worst damage - we all relaxed, grouping together to watch the final matches and learn what we could from the remaining fights.
The relief that we felt knowing that - for now - none of us would get hurt again was soothing, and it just made everything easier as we stood together, despite the fact that a few of the Knights... well, a few of them 'met terrible ends'.
An Orc got his chest caved in from a variant Drake slamming its tail into him, while an Elf woman was bisected cleanly by a Firefang's claws.
The two were left to sit by themselves as they contemplated everything, the fear that was in their eyes eventually dissipating as they overcame the mental trauma.
Speaking of, Roman had returned to his normal self, though he was still quieter than normal as he chatted with Dante, who was going to go last.
