Mayt was saddened by the fact he lost, but relieved by the fact he wasn't called again, He headed for a seat when he heard a voice. It sounded familiar, it asked if he was okay. He glanced around to see what the source was. He eventually decided it was the figures by one of the tables. They looked familiar. He pulled himself to a stop. He thought for a moment. "N-no... I don't think I'm fine." He had to stop himself from collapsing, and he wobbled over to a chair, falling into it. His sword was still outside, and he didn't remember until he sat down. That didn't matter, too late now, he wasn't getting up. At least, not for a while. He rubbed his mouth. Everything hurt. That last punch was the worst. Mayt wouldn't have been surprised if he was told he was missing a tooth or two.