And there it was, like a light switch flipping on. The warrior in Obi emerged, more intensely than Loras had seen that day in the practice room. As the ugly Celt was carted away, Loras stayed where he was, measuring just how he was going to beat Obi-Wan. The tide had changed, as they say.
Without swords and lances, Loras could only rely on his fists and feet. There was a few more minutes that floated past like hours before Loras was led back to the ring. He was placed in a separate corner. On the floor beneath his feet was drying and flesh blood, along with dirty and sweat. Around them, the crowd shouted. Kitty was not a concern of Loras'. Later, he might speak to the girl, but now his focus was on Benny, the Warrior. Or Obi-Wan, the Knight.
Right then, Obi was his enemy and he had to win, no matter how badly Obi was going to hurt him.