Kazimeriz shook her off, his pride as wounded as his hip. He rose to his feet, keeping his wand still firmly gripped in his good hand as he once again accio'ed his cane. He held the silver head of the cane awkwardly as he levitated his fingers off the floor and placed them into his pocket for later reattachment. He glowered at Truebridge. "You have learned well. Congratulations on your... victory." he said, his face stoic as he accepted the loss with as much dignity as he could muster. Still holding his wand, he transferred his cane to his right hand as well and moved as gracefully as he could to the stairs. It took every ounce of strength in him to keep his face dispassionate as he descended the piste, his head held high despite the loss and despite the truly agonizing pain. The cruciatus would have hurt less than this. he thought, but he remained focused for the sake of his honor.