Gogeta yelped loudly as he was slammed down into the ground, the rock and rubble exploding outwards from the impact. The fusion laid sprawled out on his back, his eyes tightly shut with a pained expression from the blow.
He cried out with each heavy stomp on his chest, coughing up blood after the second kick to his chest. He laid still for a moment as Ultraman finished his speech, barely moving in his crater.
However, after a second, Gogeta struggled and twitched heavily in moving from his spot. He crawled his way up out of the mini crater, his body visibly trembling with heavy scratches along his body from the damage taken. Gogeta managed to stand up slowly, however, his back initially to Ultraman as he took a moment to collect himself. Turning around, Gogeta panted heavily with blood trailing down the corners of his mouth, yet his fierce glare remained in staring Ultraman down.
He paused, only his glare being a momentary response, until his lips slowly rose into a cocky smirk and he raised up his fists in tensing his arm muscles.
“Maybe you’re right about me being a bad guy; I haven’t been good at controlling myself. But you know what? I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if people like me...I don’t care what they even think of me.”
Gogeta rolled his shoulders a bit, his spiky black hair swaying slightly in the wind.
“Because no matter how much you talk about what I deserve, you’ll never stop me from having fun in this fight.”
Clenching his left fist tighter, Gogeta waved on Ultraman with his right hand as his smirk rose.
“Kill me...if you can. I’ll die happy, knowing that I got what I wanted. While you will always be a loser; crying over coins. In the end...no matter what you tell yourself or do to me...know this-“
Gogeta pointed to himself with his right thumb, a similar arrogance familiar to one of his fusees more dominant in his dual voice.
“I won.”
He cried out with each heavy stomp on his chest, coughing up blood after the second kick to his chest. He laid still for a moment as Ultraman finished his speech, barely moving in his crater.
However, after a second, Gogeta struggled and twitched heavily in moving from his spot. He crawled his way up out of the mini crater, his body visibly trembling with heavy scratches along his body from the damage taken. Gogeta managed to stand up slowly, however, his back initially to Ultraman as he took a moment to collect himself. Turning around, Gogeta panted heavily with blood trailing down the corners of his mouth, yet his fierce glare remained in staring Ultraman down.
He paused, only his glare being a momentary response, until his lips slowly rose into a cocky smirk and he raised up his fists in tensing his arm muscles.
“Maybe you’re right about me being a bad guy; I haven’t been good at controlling myself. But you know what? I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if people like me...I don’t care what they even think of me.”
Gogeta rolled his shoulders a bit, his spiky black hair swaying slightly in the wind.
“Because no matter how much you talk about what I deserve, you’ll never stop me from having fun in this fight.”
Clenching his left fist tighter, Gogeta waved on Ultraman with his right hand as his smirk rose.
“Kill me...if you can. I’ll die happy, knowing that I got what I wanted. While you will always be a loser; crying over coins. In the end...no matter what you tell yourself or do to me...know this-“
Gogeta pointed to himself with his right thumb, a similar arrogance familiar to one of his fusees more dominant in his dual voice.
“I won.”