"You put up a nice effort and it was a very close match. Nice try." — That was all that Trish managed to utter clearly, stuttering through her sentence a few times, before abruptly turning around and leaving the field.
Kent, Amelia, and I looked at her receding figure for a few moments in an awkward silence left by her before they turned to me.
I, of course, had no idea what that was so I just shrugged and we all talked for a few moments.
"But it was really a nice try," Amelia said, changing whatever topic Kent had brought up. "If not for Nero's Gift or the rule against the use of armour-type relics, you could've won."
"Please," I chuckled with a bitter expression. "There are a million other variants I could add to give myself an edge over Nero. And I would defeat him in all of those hypothetical situations. But the fact of the matter is that I lost, and you know what, to be honest, I'm fine with it."
