2 hours later in a blood soaked arena the fight nears its end

Two hours later the battle had finally slowed. The stone of the arena was cracked and burnt, with blood splattering nearly every surface. During the fight you had given into your bloodlust and many of the details of the fight were fuzzy. The results of the fight were clearly shown on your bodies though. Innumerable scratches from your razor claws and burn marks from your flaming fists covered the centaurian's body. Blood poured from eye you had gouged out with one of his own horns and from where you ripped off his tail. Victory for you would be certain, if you were not just as badly injured as your opponent. Most of your fur had been burned away by the centaurian's energy blasts, blood oozed from stab wounds in your chest, and several of your ribs were cracked from being trampled under his hooves. Your upper pair of arms had been ripped off from when the centaurian performed a bastardized version of your kinds limb ripping techniques in retaliation for ripping his tail off. The two of you could barely stand and you were fighting off unconsciousness. The next blow would decide everything.