As soon as the Announcer calls the fight, you dismiss your aura, not wanting to needlessly expend any more of your dwindling strength than you absolutely must. While doing so, you take stock of your reserves. You came into this match with about 41% of your maximum ki and 46% of your maximum mana. The opening, overcharged flash-bang ate a chunk of mana, your self-enlargement spell took some more - though given the effect it delivered, it's a pretty cost-efficient bit of magic - and then there was your use of your supercharged aura. You kept it brief, but even so, you're down to 30% in both reserves. Not bad - it could certainly be a lot worse.
Your self-assessment takes only a moment, and you quickly return your attention to the world around you - at which point you realize that you're no longer looming over everything in sight. It would seem that your size-enhancement spell wore off early - or maybe, you ponder with a slight frown, it was disrupted from within. The energy that grants you Maximum Power is half magic, after all, and your control over it - as demonstrated by the way it burns through your reserves - is less than spectacular. Having all that power flaring around could have interfered with your supersize-me spell, and the final flash when you dismissed the aura could have been the final push necessary to knock out its foundations.
Well, it's not a crushing loss. It wasn't as if the spell would have lasted all the way through the intermission - it's only good for four, perhaps five minutes at the best of times. Besides, you have more than enough mana to cast it again, if you feel the need to.
With all that sorted, you recall the dojo etiquette Lu-sensei took some pains - mostly yours - to drum into your head, and bow respectfully to your defeated opponent.
Gorn, who has picked himself up from the ring-out, gives you a chilling glare before he turns and walks away. The other defeated competitors still hanging about in the waiting area clear a path in a hurry as the young demon stalks towards them; he spares none of them so much as a glance, not even Altria or Morgiana - who pointedly do NOT move, although they were not in his path to begin with - or Goku, who looks around with a puzzled expression at everybody who is stepping aside, including his friend Krillin. Tatsuki doesn't move, either, but she wasn't in Gorn's way, either; she watches him go, not exactly smiling, but definitely appearing very, very satisifed with the outcome of this round.
Then she turns to you and grins.
"With the conclusion of that fight," the Announcer says, "we have at last found our two finalists. Alexander Harris, of Sunnydale, California, and Altria Drake, from London, England."
You frown as the blond man reveals your hometown to several thousand people - and things - who might not have known it, at least some of whom might just be willing to pay you a visit after the tournament. Interestingly, Altria looks almost as displeased to have her place of residence announced in public as you are; you wonder why.
The Announcer looks at you. "Mister Harris. Do you wish to take the usual break, to recuperate from your last match, or do you feel fit and able to proceed immediately to the finals?"