Whelp. There had been his last ditch effort wasted. He gritted his teeth, once again attempting to wench his arm from Magic's grip only to be stopped by the punch to the gut. His eyes widen as he felt ribs crack and the air left him. He collapsed into his knees as he let out a gag, splitting up blood as he stared at the ground. For a moment, rage and anger burned in him but it strangely quickly died as turned his gaze up to Magic. His whole body shook, he tips of his vision turning black as all the damage he had just taken seemed to finally catch up to him. "Good...Game," he manged to say, followed by another cough of blood. Then, everything went black as he collapsed to the street.
Game over. Brant had lost.
