The Gladiator

Realizing that you are out of your league and that any further battle would be hopelessly futile, you lower your head in defeat.
"Looks like I am, and will always remain, the Gladiator Champion." Velkadin declares triumphantly. Some of the crowd is cheering, but most of them remain in disappointed silence. You glance sorrowfully at the girl you saw in the stands - she looks disappointed as well.
"I think thats a good enough lesson for today, don't you?" Velkadin sneers, sheathing his sword. "Now, why don't you just go back to the Mansion and have a good cry? I'm sure you'll feel better after that."