Sawyer recoils and rips the arrow out of his stomach. He raises his hand, and an orb of shimmering, radiant light shines within as his wounds heal shut. However, he is covered in beads of sweat rolling down every inch of his body, nauseous, with blood dripping from his nose. He coughed up a large wad of gore, the words choking from his mouth, "I yield." With trembling hands Sawyer sheathed his sword and walked to Tesuto, holding out a hand. [spoiler]Gonna surrender so we can wrap this fight up. But next time I won't go as easy on you [/spoiler]