"How are you feeling, Mr. Floyd? Would you like me to call an ambulance?"
Iris rushed to my side and knelt by my side in concern.
Before I could answer, the host's sugary voice made an announcement. "Our dashing challenger is down for the count! He doesn't look like he'll be able to get back up for a while. Would you like to surrender on his behalf, Lady Lindell?"
"What's the point of even asking that? That kid has no chance against Mr. Halliday. The fight is already over!"
"Even if the kid survives, he'll probably be bound to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I doubt he'd be able to crawl back even if he tried to!"
"Go on and announce the results of the finals already, lady! No reason to keep us waiting here for him!"
The audience waxed impatient at the lack of a real spectacle
