The shouting continued long after Rhizen turned his back on his opponent.
Tharvek watched from the railing, his gaze following the man toward the exit before returning to the defeated warrior. Blood ran down the warrior's chin as he struggled to raise his head, yet nobody moved to help.
"His victory stands."
The Elder's voice carried across the arena, cutting through the noise as he rose from his seat.
"Have the injured man taken away."
Several attendants finally stepped forward. Tharvek watched them lift the warrior onto a stretcher before turning his attention toward the opposite platform.
"You seem rather concerned."
Tharvek said, his soft voice reaching the Elder despite the distance. Even now, a smile lingered across his lips.
The Elder spared him a glance.
"The last time, you had someone kill the man he spared."
"Ah, that."
Tharvek waved one hand, his fingers resting loosely against the stone railing.
