Greg braced himself to run and snatch his pokemon up and take the hit himself to forfeit the match but he knew he wouldn't make it in time and he wouldn't be able to lift Paul up fast enough either. So he could do nothing but watch as the two attacked each other for what he believed to be the final time. After he was sure the two were finished he waited seeing only the tinest bits of movement from Paul that could be unconcious twitching. "Damn it, I lost." he said not bothering to see if the Totodile had fainted too, because she didn't have the clipped wings he had to deal with now, all she may have was an unconcious Totodile which was better off than him.