A victory is still a victory

Ciona and Kizaer stared at each other for a long five seconds before Ciona, in a swift motion, pulled her hand away, unlodgin the tips of her fingers from Kizaer's flesh and quickly pressed the wound.

 Ciona's serious and focused expression had already been replaced by one of concern and guilt. "Damn Kz, you could have dodged or defended, I know you could! Why did you hold back?"

 Kizaer gave Ciona a pale smile before responding somewhat sheepishly. "Haha, you noticed?" Kizaer scratched his neck, embarrassed, and continued. "Actually, my leg isn't completely healed yet. If I kept forcing some movements, I would break it again, so I couldn't dodge your blow properly."

 "!!!" "Kizaer, you idiot! Why did you continue the fight!? You could have just said you were still recovering, and I wouldn't have kept attacking you, damn it Kz!" Ciona was completely frustrated with her friend's response.