He stood to his feet, staggering in his steps his body hanging almost limply towards the ground. "Then....you are quite mistaken....my friend," Blizzar answered, seat pouring down his face as he began to violently punch...himself. In the chest, the arm , his hand still coated in ki.
Blizzar retracted his face plate to let Incenio stilled his bloody smile.
This was far from first time he was told he was going to die. When he stared out as an amateur, underground no holds barred fights marked the end of many a young pugilist's life, but he still managed to persevere.
He'd been beaten up far worse for far less. By his own people half the time. To let this...whelp claim his own life through the use of....disgusting poison and other stolen abilities was disgraceful! If you cannot cheat with your own power, why play the game at all?!
"You...repulsive whelp...do not mistake me for our overly posh brethren..." Blizzar coughed with a smirk, finally ceasing to psyche himself up with the blows to his own chest.. "Full of themselves...and undeserving of their status....I didn't crawl out from the muck to be killed by the likes of you!" The Arcosian Lieutenant stated, his power level flaring as much as he could let it in it's current state.
He then began to shadowbox, taking a proper stance as he should've when this fight began. It felt as if it had been a long time since he had to put in a decent amount of effort. And against a third form ragamuffin too. "We're going to do this properly..." he stated, huffing with each punch. "Held...I'm going to need you to get that weapon back...and punch a while in this bloody parasite one more time..."