Luis' head smacks against the ground. His brain slaps against his skull, left just as dazed as he feels. He wipes the blood off of his face - whether it's his or his enemy's, he isn't sure. All Luis is sure about is that he can't go on for much longer.

His nemesis digs his heel into the bleeding man's chest. "Can't take anymore, eh? You failed her; congratulations."

The man steps back, chuckling. Luis shakes his head. He can't fail. Not yet. Luis uses the last of his energy to stand back up, prepared to face his enemy once last time.

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