Kili and Gordon
Gordon was by no means a fighter, but fight flub had been good for him. He'd honed what skills he had, was picking up new moves, and was consistently out around people. It was a win-win, really.
He had very low standards for what constituted a win-win, but then again he had very low standards for a whole lot of things. Yay consistency?
He got knocked out in the first round, but he was still proud of himself considering Johanna was one hell of a fighter. So he was more than happy with his turnout. Snagging a Gatorade, he went and found a seat. "Hey," he said with a fairly cheerful greeting of the man he sat next to.