"And which are you?" Goro asks, turning to face Cloud, resuming their conversation as though he hadn't just maimed a man. "He attacked me from behind, before the tournament began." He gestures to the man writhing on the floor, crying for help that no one seems eager to give since it would put them within arm's reach of Goro, and they've just seen what he can, and apparently will, do. "He will live." So, no big deal, apparently.

"How am I to test my strength without worthy opponents to face? To fight a weakling tells me nothing. Pah." He turns away again, with a dismissive wave of his upper arm. "There is nothing for me here. The outcome is already decided, and that does not interest me."

Stepping over the mauled, sobbing man, Goro heads for the ropes, the remaining fighters eager to get out of his way. "I will take the tournament purse, however, as compensation for my wasted evening." As he said, the outcome was already decided, was it not? No reason Goro should walk away completely empty-handed.