[Dammit...He wrenches away his wrist, but he doesn't try to through anymore punches. The pain is his shoulder is throbbing, and it's taking over his processes. He manages a contemptuous scowl at Kotetsu.]
...Fine. It's over.
[He hates it, oh, how he hates it that he has to say those words.]
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...Fine. It's over.
[He hates it, oh, how he hates it that he has to say those words.]