Considering Surrender

Sebastian, the legend of the Northern Continent, laid flat on his back, gasping for air. He struggled to stand up but finally got on his feet on shaking legs. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tried to square his shoulders proudly, but his back ached, and he still couldn't catch his breath. It felt all too similar to his last True Dragon Gathering.

Even after 10 years of hard work, Jeffrey sauntered over and said, "You're my first opponent that's gotten back on his feet." He said it like it was a compliment, but it made bile rise in Sebastian's throat. "I don't want compliments on how well I get knocked on my ass," he thought bitterly. If he continued to fight, he might be too injured to continue competing. Getting taken out of the competition would hurt his overall score more than losing one match. He didn't want to miss his chance to enter the second round. "I admit defeat," Sebastian stated dully.