Marius smiled, knowing the answer before the judges had said it. He walked over to Sano, and placed his hand upon the bleeding's man shoulder, gently, as if the two were of some kin.

Fight well, Sanosuke. I have no doubt you will. However, before I leave, I give you one gift, if you will have it.

Marius slowly moved his hand from Sano's shoulder to his forehead, his palm cool against the bloodied warrior's sweaty forehead.

Marius closed his eyes, and focused on Sano's wounds. A warm current flowed through his hand to Sano's forehead, finding every wound on the man's body and healing it. Small sparks of white light jumped between opened flesh, sealing them. After several seconds, Marius stepped back, taking his hand from Sano.

Do well...

With the last word said, Marius turned his back on Sano and walked out of the arena, blending into the crowd. Within seconds, Marius was gone from sight or sense, vanishing once more into a memory... For the time anyhow...