see you again

It was when she corrected him and explained that she had taken the wrong turn, and paid the price, that his heart fell. Fighting is a matter of skill and strength, yes, though there is a bit of chance involved as well. Like she had stated, she had taken a risk, one that ultimately decided the outcome of the battle. How is one to guess what their opponent is exactly thinking, or how strong or strategical they are? The male couldn't decide which he preferred: to fight and to lose or to not fight at all? Both carried a heavy burden, though he found it best to encourage his friend to persevere in fighting. "Don't let that get to you," he told her softly, shuffling closer so their shoulders could gently meet. "From your mistakes you can become a better fighter."

Then the inquiry was turned back at him. He had been expecting it, though dreading it nonetheless. He quietly inhaled and exhaled, clearing his mind from the frantic thoughts causing him to stress and worry. She'd understand, wouldn't she? They were friends, after all. Somehow, that wasn't enough to convince him. "I was at the back when we were making our way over. By the time I arrived, there was no-one left to fight," he croaked, vocals hoarse and dry. His head turned away from her gaze, hanging his crown in guilt and shame. "I should have been at the front. I should have at least joined into a group spar. But no." In that moment as he said that word, he dug his claws into the ground and clenched his teeth - a way to release a quick burst of anger. "I blew it."