One moment he had the upper hand, a strange position to be in after spending so long at a disadvantage. He was faster and stronger and better and it felt good. The next, he was being thrown through the air, his own speed working against him. There was an instant of blind panic before he hit a wall and hit it hard. Any healing he'd done as the fight went on was quickly undone and he collapsed to the ground with a pained noise.
He couldn't move, could barely breathe past the pain in his chest. He needed to get up, to fight, but he wasn't sure he could. His head was swimming. He was pretty sure he had a concussion. He could taste the iron of blood in his mouth. In that moment, he didn't only hurt, he was exhausted. The physical pain he was feeling only heightened the emotional pain he'd been struggling with for so long. After everything, he didn't want to be fighting like this. In that moment, he just wanted it all to stop. He knew Len and Iris would be pissed if they knew that he was thinking like that, but he couldn't help it.