The young man respectfully bowed to the hosts' seats and then to Freele. "I'm able to recognize the difference in strength between us. I would merely be putting up a futile fight while hoping you wouldn't just end it outright. For that reason, I don't see a need to waste the time of our hosts when they've already had a good chance to witness my abilities in prior fights."
"Well said…" Dean Jarrit's solemn voice sounded out. "You're welcome to fight or forfeit as you wish. It won't change the opinion we have of your abilities, though we see that at least your mind is astute and your tongue is sharp."
"Thank you…" Bowing one last time to the hosts, the young man backed away from the platform and sat at the edge of the competitors' area, as did most other losers that hadn't joined the audience above.
"In that case, we'll be welcoming our next one, one sure to not upset our expectations!"