Doubled-over again, Blood wheezed and tried not to think about the sharp, pinching sensation in his side that could easily be a broken rib. He had so many more bones to break in Falcon and he didn't want to stop at just one.
It was, however, immensely jarring when Falcon took off his helmet and caused Blood to stop right there. He already knew what his adversary looked like; he saw him in the mirror every god damn day, shadowing his every movement. This one did not. This one even dared to fucking question him.
He frowned and crinkled his nose, like the question itself was an much of an offensive assault on his being as was his elbow or his fiery kicks. It got under his skin and he answered by growling and raising his fist.
"Shut up!" He tried to furiously land a hit on his bad shoulder again, as if he could punch away the need to think about a question he knew he didn't have an answer to.
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It was, however, immensely jarring when Falcon took off his helmet and caused Blood to stop right there. He already knew what his adversary looked like; he saw him in the mirror every god damn day, shadowing his every movement. This one did not. This one even dared to fucking question him.
He frowned and crinkled his nose, like the question itself was an much of an offensive assault on his being as was his elbow or his fiery kicks. It got under his skin and he answered by growling and raising his fist.
"Shut up!" He tried to furiously land a hit on his bad shoulder again, as if he could punch away the need to think about a question he knew he didn't have an answer to.