Itzal thought he would be far from done with, but his body was starting to give on him. His punches were much less fierce, his struggle was more futile as he went. Before any of this training, he would have been done way earlier than he was now. It was a drastic improvement and Endless proved to be a very worthy opponent, one to strive to beat one day. Today was not going to be that day, unfortunately. His breathing turned heavy once again and sweat rolled down the side of his face.
"Roses?" He questioned rather breathlessly. The shade looked at the other holding him down. He was incredibly uncomfortable with this situation and looked disdainful, but in a weak way. He squirmed pathetically as the other man spoke to him. "Flowers would be nice, but I'm not sure I'd accept them from a prick like you." He smiled faintly as he still tried to squirm away. He liked fighting with the other. "You know, you're really persistent when it comes to getting me down and trying to submit me... I wonder what it says about your subconscious." Nox laughed at the other rather slowly, trying to catch his breath afterwards.
Itzal refused to listen and seemed to be angered when the other asked him to yield. "I refuse to yield!" A roar rolled up out of his chest as he fought harder than he has since he hit the ground this past time. A bit of his fierceness came back when it came to his writhing. "No one will ever get me to yield. You'll either have to beat the hell out of me until I'm dead or unconscious or cripple me to get me to stop!" He yelled out, raving pissed at this point.
The shade skid slightly and rolled to his side after the punch. "Ugh!" A rush of air left his body and for once, he was left breathless. He struggled to catch his breath. "I... guess... you get the point, huh? I don't... give up... either." He winced, his side under incredibly pain now. He tried to turn back towards the other, but had to roll back due to the throbbing coming from his body. His energy was nearly depleted. "...Not just girls... fight dirty... but yes, I do like... to bite..." He laughed, forcing himself to roll over towards the other. He reached out feebly and gripped the other man's wrist. "I... can't move... anymore..." He sighed out but still held on. All he could do was breath. He fell silent, laying there in his defeat, but holding on still.