Crask tried to argue, but found himself too weak. He put his weight onto the hilt of his sword, trying to stay upright. "I...I'm sorry" he managed to mutter, the blood seeped slowly from the wound, realising he was in serious trouble he placed his hand to his side and pushed hard, applying pressure to try and stop some of the blood flow. He grunted with the pain, and watched as the fight went towards its conclusion..