The dust cleared and Timburr lay on top of his stick in the wreckage, he opened his eyes slowly with his cheeks bruised and his body weak. He stood up placing his hand over his left eye to clean it from dirt. He picked up his stick and limped out of the wreckage to get back into his fighting stance. Incredible. Luis thought. Even after that he is still determined to win. It's like he's ignoring the pain. He jumped out of his thoughts and shouted at Timburr, "Pull yourself together punk! If you won't listen to me then at least give it your all!" Timburr just spit on the arena floor and, with his now bruised face, eyed Servine with a pissed look. Timburr! He growled.