"Pah! It's always my arm that gets hit first- I just wish it was something else, like a hand." Dale fell back as the shards impaled him, only one being stopped by the guard on his wrist before the rest went through him and into the sand. He gave a weak thumbs up before letting his arm fall- and muttering a few words before the sim ended. "Good fight, pal. Kick the rest of 'em's as... It seemed he has bled out, by the massive wounds in hi stomach and the arm. Certainly a shîtty way to die, but- it was all simulation. The arena reverted back to normal, and Dale woke up in his VR chair, rubbing his recently attached arm. [spoiler]Winner- Cthululululu. Good fight! [/spoiler]