The match was in session and it was down to the two who hated eacother the most. Shedletsky stood there, facing the one he created out of his pure hatred, 1x (you). Shedletsky clutched his bleeding arm, his sword long lost somewhere in the river when he tried saving another survivor. Shedletsky stayed on guard, not wanting to hurt his son who was clearly way more stronger than him. He stayed where he was, staring at the other with guilt and regret in his eyes, wings lowered.