Lester held his opponent with his second hand, preventing her from falling into the sand.
- My lady, I... may have overdone it, getting worked up after the previous failures. And meeting you. Please forgive me for not putting on a spectacular fight, - he lowers his head in embarrassment.
- Forgive me, my lord... I need to catch my breath for a moment.
Letting out a sparse, barely noticeable feminine tear, the loser withdrew from the arena.