Soon. He could hear the countdown, and realized with a jolt that it was closer than he thought -- he'd lost track when he and Psii had been arguing. The sense of urgency he'd lost then slammed back down on him like a musclebeast carcass. He pressed a hand against the door as though he might reach through it and touch the other troll's shoulder.

"What's going to happen. Mituna, what's going to--"

BOOM! The bunker shook around him. He could hear the shriek of metal tearing, the crack of concrete and plaster, the sheer deafening burst of sound that came with an explosion the size of an entire arena.

Well. That answered that question. No one could possibly have survived that. He'd won. He'd won and he didn't feel relieved or elated or proud so much as sick to his stomach.