"Whoa whoa, slow down there, champ," Mikey coughed, pushing himself up. He clenched his fist and opened it, staring intently at his palm. "Mmm... Yep, I've still got injuries from our fight, but I can move just fine. You should get back to the Arena," Mikey said, ignoring everything Jenso stated. "I think it's about evening, and your fights gonna start, right?" He paused and waited for Jenso to respond. Was he crazy?