He releases his hammer with one hand, catching Kit's wrist with his off hand before he can pull it away. He gives him a savage grin, and spins, slamming Kit back first into the arena floor, hard enough to blast away a ring of dust. He swings his hammer overhead one handed, and it stops an inch from his chest, and he gently taps his ribs, just over his heart, with his hammer. "I win." His forehead is bloody from the blow, and his chest is cut from the khopesh, dripping blood.