“Wh… What?” Blueblood asked, his breathing ragged. The pain in his leg was terrible. An orange flag was placed in the slot next to two green ones, and the crowd erupted in cheer at the unexpected turn about. Handy struggled to remove the blade from his vambrace but found he could not. The leather straps of his shield were twisted about it awkwardly from where it had pierced them. He unbuckled it and left it and his gauntlet on the ground. As he got back to his feet, the stunned, wounded prince was still on his knees. The cheering only increased in volume and enthusiasm as the human hefted his warhammer in both hands.