Ronan and one staff member walked toward Crowne. Ronan smiled in relief. He had already suspected that his master would win, but the closer he got, the more he frowned. Crowne's eyes were closed. His body was full of wounds, yet he was still standing.
When both sides were very close, they stared at each other. "Is he unconscious too?"
Ronan walked up to Crowne, touched his body, and it was true. Crowne was unconscious. Ronan carried Crowne's body on his back.
"They both fainted. If it is like this, who won?" whispered Ronan's companion.
"Of course my master. He is still standing," Ronan replied.
The staff did not argue. Even though both of them were unconscious, Crowne fainted while standing. That was cool.
"Yeah, I agree with you," the staff said.
