[Forte normally would've been able to dodge an attack like that easily, but now, wounded, bleeding, and upset, it was all he could do to twist awkwardly to the side. The second punch glanced hard off his other cheekbone, but didn't seem to deter him any more than the first one had. He clenched his fists again, stumbling back to his feet - if he weren't so beat up Masaru would be getting an answering punch right back. As it was, it was clear Forte could barely stand, despite his efforts to look like he could still fight.]

WHY SHOULD I FUCKING CARE?! I can't FIGHT anymore, and these monsters are USELESS! DOESN'T THIS WHOLE STUPID THING JUST PROVE THAT!? I'm... I'm the STRONGEST, understand?!

[He's half rambling, and the end of that last statement dissolves into a coughing fit. All the yelling really isn't helping his aching chest.]