Tyyni looked down at the ground, sagging. His lip quivered slightly, and his eyes were glossy, blinking away blood and tears. He felt a cloth move over the area, letting him see [member="Valae Kitra"] standing over him, concerned. Then she extended her hand, and Tyyni saw a soft, friendly light wash over his wounds. The pain that had been so dominating but a moment ago began to fade, leaving the Hutt with only mild burns, and a faded line along his forehead.
Looking into his fellow Jedi's eyes, Padawan Oluja used all of his willpower not to break down, to cry in her arms. That would be embarrassing, especially in front of so many hostile onlookers. Tyyni had learned enough about Huttball to know that the weak ones were targeted, dismantled. He couldn't show weakness. When she asked him if he were alright, he nodded, verdant green eyes like fragile glass.He was quite obviously not alright, but no amount of healing would be able to ease his upset mind. His cool had been broken, leaving behind a shattered child. "Go, help [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]. I will survive." That was most likely a true statement, but in this game, no one could know for sure.
Padawan Oluja payed little attention to the rest of the field, but noticed the First Order's goal, the flaring lights startling him. He had been assaulted, and the encounter left him scarred, to say the least.