Kurt inclined his head slightly, granting her silent permission. There was nothing to forgive in his mind. The crowd gasped and cheered as they had hoped when Jimon rose up again and began to use her considerable offensive ability. It was an impressive sight to be sure and Kurt hoped that the spectacle and the crowd’s reaction would be what they needed to leave the arena alive.
As the air all around him began to instantly drop in temperature, there was not much Kurt could’ve done to avoid it even if they weren’t trying to fix their own fight. His panting breath became visible before him as everything around him began to ice over, the frigid blast seeping deep into his own fur and then skin. He played up the base instinctive twinge of fear that crept over him as he shivered violently and then became unable to move, letting his own sword slip free from his numbed fingers. This discomfort would only be temporary. It would be alright.
Stuck in place momentarily he ignored the automatic urge to teleport out of the way. It was strange how the biting, bitter cold nearly masked the sensation of the blade piercing the side of his abdomen. Perhaps it would work in his favor and slow the bleeding as well. Now that he was no longer being hit with her cryogenic energy however he found that it was easier to move once more. With his right hand clamped over his side once she pulled her blade free, he used his tail to retrieve his own, tossing the sword up to his left hand.
With an apologetic look in his eye this time and still somewhat clumsy with the cold, he slashed out a final time at Jimon who was still in close range from her own attack. Just enough to draw blood for the prying eyes upon them he hoped. It would be enough then, wouldn’t it? The both of them bleeding and exhausted? It had to be enough. And if it was not then Kurt would let her take the victory she would’ve already earned.