Really, Falcon should have expected something like this, but there really was no good way to prepare oneself for having someone plunge fingers into an open wound, let alone attempting to physically grab a bone. That, he supposed, was just a testament to how fucked up Blood really was.

Not that he was doing much supposing, giving the current situation. Nearly blinded by pain, he thrashed, probably the worst thing he could possibly do. The only thing he could think was that he had to alleviate the pressure no matter what, before something snapped.

His first instinct (besides violently kicking in an attempt to nail Blood in the stomach), was to ignite, hoping it would force him to let go.