Cog stumbled back to his corner, and took a swig of water. He spit it out with a red tint to it, he thought he could taste blood. Prodding his side he let out a sharp hiss as his vision darkened. NO, it's only broken. His vision cleared up a little as he turned back to the fight, no point giving up now. He was grinning as he slowly stepped up to his spot, a steady chant in his head. Nope, NO, NO, NO, I'm not passing out! He barely heard the Bell ring, more keen on the Arrow in front of him. His visioned darkened once more as he stepped up to throw a quick jab. It went wide, and Cog spoke out loud just barely audible to his opponent. "Man, I'm twenty percent cooler." That did it as his vision snapped back into focus, He stepped forward and continued his assault. His blows were underpowered, and he would occasionally through shots just to the left of his opponent. He never let up, until the bell rang. He stepped back, not sure even if he was hit at all in the round, or if he hit his opponent. His vision blurred again, NO just let me sit. Another voice popped up, sorry friend, Bills over due... Cog simply fell backwards, bounced on the ring once, and lay there unconscious.
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