[u][b]Robert Fallson - Combat Class[/b][/u]

After struggling to get up from the slippery water that was now flowing off the stage, Robert was finally able to get off his back and onto his knees. [b]"I... lost?"[/b] he asked rhetorically. He let out a disgruntled groan as he fell forward, now lying face-down in a pool of water. Robert tried to think how was it possible that his aura dropped into the red. [b]"My aura was still in the yellow when she was about to do that aerial kick. Did slipping and falling on my butt really drop it to red?"[/b] Letting out a few more groans and moans, the red-haired teen finally pushed himself off the ground and stood up on his own two feet.

[b]"Good fight, Krysthane,"[/b] Robert said as he walked off the stage. Every step that he took, his soaked shoes made a [i]squelch[/i] noise and left a small puddle behind. Drops of water would fall from the corners of his clothing. His, now drenched, red hair clung to his head. As he sat down, Robert hugged his legs towards his body in an attempt to conserve body heat from the chilling water that had soaked him to the bone. [b]"I wish I had a towel,"[/b] he complained to himself.