There wasn't much of a choice as Finn caught himself, kicking both feet into the air not just to jump to his feet, but to push the fighter back.
Just as his feet touched the grass, what felt like a truck ramming against the bridge of his nose greeted him.
The impact sent him stumbling back, unable to catch his footing as it felt like his whole face was on fire.
"Still on your feet? Better than I expected," Seung said, waving his fist.
Finn stood there, looking at the grass as tears welled in his eyes from having his nose nearly sent to the back of his skull. Blood dripped onto the verdant blades of grass below.
Even still, the pain wasn't quite enough; he felt he needed more. He deserved more, for letting another friend die; for being insufficient yet again.
'I'm a half-assed piece of shit. I didn't learn after what happened, Damian. I was too weak again,' he lamented.
