The man in the golden robe lay on the ground with a deep wound across his right arm, his sword lying next to him on the ground. Alex remained standing, unhurt, as the man hadn't managed to release his attack before Alex struck him.
The referee immediately walked in, raising his hand. "The match is over. The results will be out in a minute."
A few other people walked into the arena at the same time, each looking somewhat confused. Alex looked at the group.
Each victory before this had been instantly announced. This was the only one where they had to seemingly converse with each other for some reason.
Alex ignored them for a moment and walked up to the man in the golden robe. "Are you okay, senior?"
He helped him get up.
The man rose in an awkward state, his eyes still somewhat wide from the fact that he had just lost. More than that, he wasn't quite sure how he had lost.
Why had the sword suddenly grown longer?
