Knights of Tezoth

Lester held his opponent with his other hand, preventing her from falling into the sand.
- My lady, I... may have overdone it, getting excited after my previous failures. And meeting you. Please forgive me for not being able to put 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.