Draiss watched the fight with a impassive gaze, simply noting that Kama was... inferior. Not entirely her fault, since she had been contained for about eight centuries, give or take a few decades, but it was... disheartening, that after all her posturing, all her tantrums, she didn't grasp the key to his way of fighting. He watched Kamariel drop to a knee, holding onto consciousness through sheer force of will, and turned to the judges, as the second balor made her little one liner. "Forfeit."<br/><br/>It wasn't much, but it was all he could do, and while he would cheerfully admit later that it was petty, childish and all that, he also would be DAMNED to the darkest hell before he willingly let a companion die in front of him again. The two balors were immediately pulled from the ring, Kamariel healed, though he suspected that both of them would be unhappy with him. He sighed, and made a note to put all his combat companions into his version of training, and all of the people measuring him would find a very nasty surprise the next time they had another of these meetings.<br/><br/>He did note with satisfaction that the opposing team got only a few dozen points for the fight, Kamariel had put up an amazing fight for being at least five levels under the opponent. Same power bracket his ass.