Rage

A harsh silence reigned. 

Ramir had no idea how to respond to Ryu's taunts. His first instinct was to lambast Ryu for using a spear with a single arm like this, but he immediately realized how toothless and cowardly such a rebuttal would be. 

He felt that he had only lost because he was careless, but he likewise didn't have the face to speak about something like this at all. It felt to him as though everything was crumbling around him. If he could find a place to bury his head and escape from all of this scrutiny, he would do so in an instant. 

Ryu's gaze swept away from Ramir and toward the Temporal Buddha Sect disciple and the mysterious black clothed saber experts. It was clear that he was lumping in these two along with them and the disdain in his gaze was practically palpable.