"Winner, Flint Ardent, First year."
The announcer finally said after a moment of silence. This match had been an intense one, maybe even the most entertaining to watch.
But such an end was completely out of their expectations.
Rhett let out a heavy breath, as he finally allowed his armor to fade and he slumped to the ground, looking at the barrier above him.
He did it, he had proved that he was not a failure, and even though he had lost, he didn't mind.
All that mattered was the fact that he had managed to use the golden knight technique for a while, even though it drained him completely.
He let out a groan as he sat up, before getting to his feet, he needed more training if he wanted to use that technique for as long as he desired.
He then turned towards Flint who was laying flat on the floor, also looking up as he offered, "need a hand, friend?"
Flint looked up at him and then at his extended hand.
