Finn sighed before picking himself up off the mat. He'd lost and now it had probably just reinforced everyone's thoughts that he was some spoiled, Principle brat. He  moved towards the wall where he slumped down to the floor. He wasn't exactly in the mood to talk. His body ached and his pride was probably more bruised than anything else. He'd come here to make a difference but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that if he didn't get better. He chewed his lip as he watched the next two Recruits get ready to fight, trying to put the thought of his own loss out of his head.