Mratni is down to his knees. He just lost 200ml of blood very fast, that's 0.2 liters. His eyes are still closed, holding his right hand with his left one.
Todor: Pathetic.
Device: Mratni's time to sacrifice.
As Mratni's turn begins, everything seems to start getting darker and darker slowly.
Oli looks up to see what's happening
Oli (What is this? Is this seriously a... solar eclipse?!)
Todor (A solar eclipse? What a coincidence, at the same time we play. Is Mratni not even noticing it?)
In just a few seconds it got so dark you couldn't really see anything - full darkness everything. This seems to be a full eclipse. Then nothing could be heard, full silence.
Oli (What is going on? Nothing can be seen nor heard, are they just... not doing anything?)
...
Device: Todor's time to guess.
Todor stays silent, waiting for the eclipse to end, but it's just not over yet before the deadline of him guessing, doesn't matter anyway, since he wants to guess 0 ml.
Referee No.1: The round is ending! Let's check!
The monitor turns on and at the same time the moon starts to drift aside from the sun, the natural light comes back slowly, revealing Mratni.
Todor suddenly gets shocked, an expression one can rarely see on him, but this time, he probably finally felt fear
Todor: What... Did you do?
Mratni stands there weak, his head pale, tears rolling down from his eyes which are finally wide open, his arm shaking, his lower lip bleeding a little, like if he was... biting into it.
Mratni: It's time for you to... to live through hell!
Round 3-2 Results:
Mratni sacrificed: 400 ml
Todor guessed: 0 ml
Todor loses: (400 - 0) * 2 = 800 ml
Referee No.1: Since 800ml is a lot, this extraction period will last longer, the next round must start a little later than it normally should.
Todor: You are kidding...
EXTRACTION START
Todor: Hah--- It's... AAHGHH!
Mratni: What's the problem? Hah.... I felt like I'm going to die. In those 45 seconds I was extracting 400ml... Now you will lose twice the amount in even less time!
Todor grabs his right arm with his left hand, screaming like if he would be just about to be killed, the pain level is biologically too high to be tolerated without vocalization, it's a 10/10 pain level for long seconds.
Oli (He is screaming like crazy! Is it... that unbearable?!)
Shortly before the process is over, Todor falls down to the ground as he goes silent.
Device: Todor's status changed - From Alive: Conscious, to Alive: Unconscious. Still alive, the game can continue.
Todor: 4,376 liters (81.04%) of blood left - BPM : 128
Mratni: 4,459 liters (85.57%) of blood left - BPM : 113
Device: Todor's turn to sacrifice, the game won't stop.
Mratni slowly sits down and lays down on his back, closing his eyes again.
Mratni: Brutal game, isn't it?
Todor stays unconscious on the ground as his time to sacrifice runs out slowly.
Device: Guess time! It's Mratni's turn!
Mratni: Zero milliliter.
Round 4-1 Results:
Todor sacrificed: 0 ml
Mratni guessed: 0 ml
Mratni loses: (0 - 0) * 2 = 0 ml
Todor: 4,376 liters (81.04%) of blood left - BPM : 124
Mratni: 4,459 liters (85.57%) of blood left - BPM : 110
Device: Mratni's turn to sacrifice.
Mratni stays on the ground as well, concentrating on breathing.
Oli (They are both on the lying on the ground, Even just watching this game is a torture! How can one play this game? This game might only be possible... Because of these two!)
Device: Todor's turn to guess!
10 seconds elapse, nothing happens, then another 10, then another 10 when Mratni hears someone stepping next to him.
Mratni: I'm conscious, ref.
Opens his eyes and sees... Todor looking down at him.
Mratni gasps seeing him already waken up, the anemia obviously visible on his face, but he is still in the game and will not give up that easily.
Todor: My guess, 200ml!
Mratni widens his eyes, covers half of his face with his right palm, making that devilish expression as before this game again.
Mratni: Hah-- HAhahaHA! Amazing! Unbelievable!
Todor: You are sick.
Round 4-2 Results:
Mratni sacrificed: 100 ml
Todor guessed: 200 ml
Todor loses: (200 - 100) * 2 = 200 ml
Todor: What in the hell?
The extraction starts-
Todor: Tchk...
Todor closes one of his eyes and grits his teeth but not making much voice this time.
Todor: 4,176 liters (77.33%) of blood left - BPM : 130
Mratni: 4,359 liters (83.65%) of blood left - BPM : 112
Device: Todor's turn to sacrifice.
Mratni stands up slowly.
Todor: You... You thought of the possibility of me waking up this early?
Mratni: What do you think?
Oli (Todor seems to breath heavier than the start of the game, his blood loss obviously impacting him)
Mratni: Getting tired, don't you?
Todor: This is normal... it's just the consequence of less blood.
Mratni: Exactly, and that is something no one can control, you can try and act as if you would be fine, but it's obvious you are not.
Mratni closes his eyes again.
Device: Mratnis turn to guess
Mratni: 73 milliliters.
Round 5-1 Results:
Todor sacrificed: 176 ml
Mratni guessed: 73 ml
Mratni loses: (176 - 73) * 2 = 206 ml
Mratni: Oh ! 176? That seems too obvious to actually pick.
Todor: 4,000 liters (74.07%) of blood left - BPM : 134
Mratni: 4,153 liters (79.70%) of blood left - BPM : 117
Mratni can't control his voice as he loses that much blood in such a short time. Leaving him gasping.