The tired elf sat down against the wall, exhaling as his wounded body was quickly tended to by Edith, who calmly used her healing blessing.
"Thanks," Lorel said.
"Mhm," Edith nodded.
A thumbs-up was given by Jiao, who smirked, "Nice fight out there. You're a real man."
"…Err, thanks?" Lorel said again.
For the opposing side of the colosseum, the response the victory earned was nothing the same.
Vangrave arrived on the balcony of the observing Paladins, having his body wrapped in bandages carefully by the on-site medics.
There wasn't a word initially said to him by the others as he returned, nor did he say anything.
As the exhausted veteran sat on the velvet couch, finishing wrapping his arm in bandages, a heavy stomp came down in front of him.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Vangrave?"
