Grey hasn't even a chance to begin lifting himself before Aunamee's further shifted his weight, and he grunts when the other man digs his foot into his back. He's in denial about the subtle suggestions that the Arena has granted Aunamee his abilities. And left him without. Why would it? How could it? It was a lucky shot. He could still win.

"I said get off." He snarls, as Aunamee paints his character for the audience, and he's about to make another attempt to move when the man's foot comes down on his hand.

He yells out, the second and third metacarpal bone of his hand snapping under Aunamee's boot, and tries to pull his hand out from beneath it, to reach the spear that Aunamee's kicked away from him.