Lucian took one step closer before it felt like his legs couldn't go on any more, and his grey eyes met the trembling ember eyes of the Aesamirian Prince, "I told you… this is Mercurion… and all that matters here… is one's ability to win… no matter the cost," Lucian whispered in pained breaths as he slowly raised his sword and placed it against Khothar's throat.
"Folks I am at a loss, the battle is over but I can't tell you who has won," stated Huber with surprise, he had been hosting these events for decades and was yet to see such an outcome, on one hand, Lucian was skewered through, it was enough to be considered his loss, but his blade was on Khothar's throat which was enough to make it his loss, so perhaps it was a draw.