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Perhaps, pushing forward had been an option for the Kouji of before, but the present him, the him of right now; with his back pushed against the walls, he found himself creaking behind those blows; pushed back, pressed back, and found himself constantly reeling; the moment he tried to punch back, a blow slipped past his guard and rocked him in the face, as if his own ideals were rejecting him.
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He couldn’t push through.
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”Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” Kouji said as another blow slipped through, and Urshifu felt the same. His brain, his brain, his brain, his brain…
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How was he supposed to use it when it was getting rocked, thrown about within his dome, and that feeling of sickness that accompanied it, he wasn’t going to fall in such a pathetic manner, he pushed through even as the punches hit, his guard dropped, and the rain, the flow of blows pierced through.
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He felt them, not just merely on his skin, but inside as well, his liver screamed, his lung threw out the air it held, his stomach wished to reverse its contents, and his brain rattled.
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When each Organ was a thing he couldn’t rely on, his mind in dissaray, and his soul torn between two roads.
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The only thing he would trust in was his fist, and so he threw that punch with everything he had, with his gut, a wicked blow that aimed for his opponent’s nose, a wicked blow from trainer and pokemon both.
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Then, he collapsed as if following that same movement, as if that had been everything he had in the tank.

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