The moment the victory fanfare stopped playing, Kael grabbed Rylen by the back of his collar and began physically dragging him toward the 'exit'.
"But Kael!" Rylen protested, digging his heels into the digital floor of the lobby. "The Geologist is fighting next! I need to see if his rock-armor can withstand a sonic blast! It's for science!"
"Science my ass," Kael grumbled, not breaking his stride. "My sanity cannot."
"Just one match! We're winners! We should bask in the glory!"
"We are survivors," Kael corrected. "And survivors go home to lick their wounds. Move."
