You lunge forward with a strong attack, your yell causing your opponent to flinch. You aim for his shoulder, but he manages to block with his shield, though it does more harm than good. The mace cuts through the shield, likely piercing his fore-arm to some degree, judging by the yell of pain. Tacitus stumbles backward, and you swing the mace around again, striking him in his unguarded side, drawing more blood. You feel the trident glance off your frontal armor, and unfazed, you bring the mace down upon Tacitus' knee with a sickening crunch that brings the crowd to a true boil. The yelling and screaming, including Tacitus' makes the room shake, and you bask in the glory for a second before you feel your head jerk backward, a sudden heavy weight bringing it forward again. Tacitus tried to make a last, killing blow, but it seems the prongs of the trident got stuck in the eye-ports, bending them worryingly close to your face.
You tear off your helmet and toss aside the trident. This man is at your mercy, with only a split shield to defend himself. He has clearly lost, and you see the guards approaching, ready to take the man out of the ring.
What do you do?
Isith: Left torso injured,
Tacitus: Left calf injured, mobility impaired, right torso crushed, left fore-arm damaged, right knee shattered. INCAPACITATED.