closed;
[So, about that taking it easy part-- looks like he fell into the same trap, here. And while there's something to be said about the competitive part of him that hates losing... right now, he's far too concentrated on admiring that move to mind much.
Unexpectedly hitting the floor is enough to punch the air out of his lungs, but it's not entirely because of that why he sounds breathless as he answers,]
Guess I don't got a choice. ... I yield. [Except the way he says that doesn't really sound much like a surrender at all.]