Will had won. He should have felt victorious, but something was wrong. Jonathan's lance had hit him in more of a less armored area around his stomach. The blow had left a nasty bruise.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid I must... decline," he said and closed his eyes. Dropping his lance, Will slowly headed to his tent, grasping his stomach in pain. Once he walked into his tent, he immediately sat down against the side of the tent. Taking his time, Will peeled off his armor to examine the wound. It was worse than he had expected. Not only was the area bruised, but a bit of bleeding of started. Medical treatment was needed, but he was too weak to stand and get help. He would have to wait for someone to come.