Crimson Blood

Crackle.

The needle shattered into many silver fragments from another strike from the heavy spear, now Adam's last degree of defense was lost.

Nothing else stopped Fromund from picking up his victory, Adam was unarmed and unconscious, no matter how strong his instincts were, he couldn't block the massive spear with his bare hands.

"Gha..."

Hot steam came out at Fromund's heavy sigh, sweeping over his shoulders. He took an uncertain step back, catching his breath.

It was simple for Fromund - he destroyed Adam's needle and that meant the fight was already over. All he had to do was deliver one final strike after which Adam's body would no longer be able to fight in any way.

That would be his ultimate non-fatal victory, which would be accepted by the audience and the judges if there were any.

"Fuck... You hung in there until the very end, didn't you?"