Devastated.
That was the only word that could be used to describe George at this moment. There was no reason why he should have lost; he had enough strength, superior skills and technique.
'But that little potion…. That freaking potion.' He thought as he looked at Sahal walking away from him as if he was nothing despite being defeated.
The students that were around even wondered if he had defeated her from how they both were acting.
George looked tired, while Shal looked fresh and ready to fight another person. It was clear from everyone's perspective, including George himself, she had not used the full extent of her strength to avoid hurting him more than what was allowed for sparring.
He tried standing up, but his body wouldn't allow him, and it wasn't really that he was hurt, but being overpowered like that made him feel weak and reminded him of the weak self that he was.
