The shoulder crumpled with an explosion of sparks, the entire arm screaming in protest of the blow, and his head ringing, driven to a knee just from the off hand back hand bouncing off his shoulder and grazing his head. He shook stars from his eyes, and rolled back and away, grinning fiercely, ignoring the pain where his shoulder prosthesis connected with the torso. "And that makes it my first victory. One win, one hundred sixty seven losses. Or would you like to keep going until I am comatose again? Of course, that assumes I remember all of the fights, the concussions I got from you were bad enough, often enough, that I might have forgotten a couple dozen of them or so."<br/><br/>A bit of blood was a stretch, it looked to be barely more than a couple drops, and he was bleeding far worse inside the armor, he could feel the warm blood sliding slowly down the inside of his armor. He was going to be in the hospital after this, regardless of if they stopped now or kept going. The metal connector to his nervous system was destroyed, he could feel pain there, and would have to be replaced before he could even think of replacing the arm. And he would have to rebuild it on his own, BEFORE he went to the hospital, otherwise he would end up having to hack a path to the nerves to get a useful arm again. He would rather avoid that if at all possible.<br/><br/>He turned and began limping toward the exit, heading toward the RV. "Anyhoo, if you want to work here, talk with Natalya over there, I am sure she has some fines for you anyway. I am done with you, taking my first Pyrrhic victory and leaving. See you again next year."<br/><br/><em>(moderate consequence box filled)</em>