Darkness filled his mind, his view, his senses. He has been killed by the lightning, almost instantly. He died fractions of a second before his opponent. "Dmitri, Raln you both fought well. You have both honored your families and your selves, therefore i grsnt you the gift of second life. But you must no longer fight. Now, go."

Dmitri woke with a gasp, grasping his chest. All his wounds. They were gone. Some almighty god had gave him a magnificent gift. He looked to his left, and right beside him,  his previous foe, Raln. He waited for Raln to wake, then he said "You are a great fighter, how about we get a drink or two, on me brother.".