[Kamui splutters, struggles for breath, strangles out:] But I don't have control o--
[He doesn't get to finish the sentence before Fuuma drags him up only to slam him back into the pavement, where his chest, nose, eye socket, and mouth take the brunt of the force, and blood just seems to pour out of his nose and gums. He cradles his face with his hands, head spinning, and doesn't catch Fuuma's last words. He slurs out, spitting blood:] Tha's not destiny, tha's you. You can' blame choices on des'iny. [Ow. so much ow.]
Kamui is being a glutton for punishment. honestly, boy, just play dead.
[He doesn't get to finish the sentence before Fuuma drags him up only to slam him back into the pavement, where his chest, nose, eye socket, and mouth take the brunt of the force, and blood just seems to pour out of his nose and gums. He cradles his face with his hands, head spinning, and doesn't catch Fuuma's last words. He slurs out, spitting blood:] Tha's not destiny, tha's you. You can' blame choices on des'iny. [Ow. so much ow.]