Remington shook his head, then regretted it. "No, Nathaniel. I'm going to do everything I can to keep you from having to fight." He might even have to somehow injure Nathaniel, make him an unfit competitor. They wouldn't throw someone into the arena if they weren't able to put on a good show, right?
"Let me do the fighting, okay?" Forcing himself to sit up, Remington held his head in his hands for a moment. There was no doubt he had a concussion, but with enough determination, he could fight through it. He'd been through worse. That was what Remington kept telling himself.