Not A Dreamer

I forgot who it was that made this RP, but for some reason, it made an impression on me, even knowing that it was a comedic character. I'unno why.
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*Captain Falcon A violent bloated fist landed itself upon his face, he flew into a brick wall and bounced back onto the ground next to Geralt. Geralt his comrade had gone down first, but that hadn't discouraged him--he kept fighting to the last breath and so be it he did. He went down, just barely concious, laying down next to Geralt. His face was in a sour frown, his left eye closed in a puffed form--it seemed that it was swelling faster than expected, and it wasn't just from the pain.

He placed both of his forearms on the ground and tried his best to hoist himself up to no avail. Was this how it truly ended for the hero? A death next to a new comrade he had made, a man named Geralt who he respected just as much as his father. "I thought so...as well..." he couldn't shake this feeling of imminent rage that welled up within him.

He kept pushing as hard as he could, but his battered frame would not allow that.

"Get....get over here....so...I can...Falcon Kick...your ass...to space..."

his face twisted in pain as he extended both of his arms once fully--landing back face first onto the partially destroyed tiles.

His face contorted in rage as he tried to pull himself towards Izing with his chin, but his vision started fading from the blood loss and bruises landed on his face.

as the mutant had said, it hurt.

"In...this world...you have to be strong....to achieve....your....dreams...."He rested his sweat covered face onto the tiles.

"I'm...not...a...dreamer....", he managed to move his mouth muscles for far too long, and now they failed him.

He continued in his thoughts, "I...can feel the power...in my soul...." but how could he feel the power if he couldn't call upon it? IF he could not achieve, he Is a dreamer. He is not strong. The Captain's eyes streamed slightly as he stood in there in complete silence, his right eye barely open enough to watch what would happen now that the two men were down.*