"You look awful." the mercenary said with a blank stare as he looked you up and down, his dead stare not seeming to falter as he crossed his arms. Despite his own battered up form you definitely looked worse than he did, though he watched as you tried to brush it off.

Before you had got a chance to continue on to your next match, he grabbed you by the back of the collar shirt and began dragging you towards the infirmary, shaking his head in light annoyance. "You're also incredibly stupid if you believe you can actually go to the next match looking like.. this."