Meridian stepped down and sighed, removing the visor from his head and shaking his head for a moment. "Pathetic... not even a single blow struck.. or has even been close." He walked back over to the rack and put the visor down on the shelf again, reaching for the zipper of his suit and slowly pulling it downward as he started to undress himself.
Azrael groaned for a moment before reaching for the microphone and speaking softly. "Are you all right Alexa? Do you need medical treatment or anything? And Meridian, keep the suit on, your combat got stopped prematurely, so it doesn't count towards the ones required to graduate. And because the last 'fight' didn't go anywhere, the next match will be an arena match."