Now-- [ Inhale. Okay, okay. He's got his composure. He gets back up into a stance, briefly... And then he holds ups his arms for a surrender. ] Now, if you didn't hesitate there, I'd be out cold. I can keep going, but any judge with eyes knows I'm at a loss here.

[ And he grins, a little sheepishly. Because really, he wants to just keep going. He's a scrappy fighter, and he's always been - to go well beyond when he's lost. But this is a contest of skill, not attrition, and especially after the bruises he got from the big guy, he doesn't want to turn it into one. This guy was just more skilled ]