Erebos couldn’t quite believe it. Even with the miserable fool on the ground admitting defeat, he still had his guard up. Looking down on him in disbelief, the Oni almost jumped for joy. Hell, he actually DID try to jump, but there was no juice left in his legs. He chuckled weakly.
”I did it... I won! Woohoo! Yes! Yesyesyesyes! Top Eight here I come!”
His feet left the ground, but not because he jumped. Erebos fell forward, landing flat on his face with an exasperated sigh. Medics rushed to both fighters, carrying Erebos off and trying to scoop up Faustus as best they could (if he even let them).
With the match decided, the Oni decided to take a nice nap. Snoozing harshly in the gurney, he snored. What a fantastic, wonderful day that was. He’d have to do something about his temper issues, though. Against a smarter opponent, that might’ve cost him the match entirely. Alaistair was definitely right, which was super annoying.
He heard the Announcer rush to the stage, but he couldn’t quite hear him since he was half-asleep. It sounded nice, though. Something cool and encouraging to both fighters. The crowd roared, and it finally put the Demon to sleep.