Oh yeah, since Zel can't exactly block blades with his bare hands anymore, he needs to rethink pretty much every strategy he's ever come up with. It's fine, he's always been pretty good at adapting, it just might take some time.

"It's fine, it's not myself that I'm annoyed with. Thanks for the match. If we ever cross blades again, I hope that I won't be a disappointment."

He gives Dust a polite bow and turns to leave. It might maybe be time to go find a healer for his dumb arm.