Knuckles cracked as they hit the elevator wall, though Blood seemed to not be deterred at all by the searing pain of that, or of the perfectly fist-shaped indent he left in his wake. Maybe he'd come back here, stand in the shambled, canted elevator and admire it, imagining how much better it'd look if it had left the same kind of indent on the intended target instead.
It was difficult to think of that now as his intended target continue to evade him and cause continued upset all in the same raspy, ragged breath.
Blood managed to negate the kick with a kick of his own, resulting in a mirror-matched leg-to-leg gridlock until he kicked away, putting distance between them. He still hadn't thought of a good answer.
"What do you care?" Really, what would Falcon care of whatever happened to him? Any of him? All of hims? Falcon would surely be just as content to never see Blood's beautiful face ever again.
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It was difficult to think of that now as his intended target continue to evade him and cause continued upset all in the same raspy, ragged breath.
Blood managed to negate the kick with a kick of his own, resulting in a mirror-matched leg-to-leg gridlock until he kicked away, putting distance between them. He still hadn't thought of a good answer.
"What do you care?" Really, what would Falcon care of whatever happened to him? Any of him? All of hims? Falcon would surely be just as content to never see Blood's beautiful face ever again.
Right?