The crimson mask comes streaming down my broken face. Staggering to my feet and drinking in that copper taste. Take another shot and knock me down but you can't count me out. You don't know where I've been. I'm not the alpha male, not stronger, or fast. Desperation motivates me to risk more just to last. You don't know where I've been or seen what I've seen.
I land heads up like a bad penny. You can't imagine the cost to me to land heads up like a bad penny. Just for a Pyrrhic victory but a penny is just a penny.