Indeed, the elevator was very probably hanging precariously by a single cable, canted and unstable with every kick and swing.
"Of course I do!" That was his ego snapping back at him through grit teeth, of course. Put into practical application, Blood would probably not last long if he approached the same way he was now--angry and unstable. It would take a very calculated assault to be successful--Blood would certainly have the element of surprise--but Black Shadow just wasn't at the top of his to-murder list right now.
As much as he loathed to think of it, an unfortunately intrusive thought wormed its way into his formerly skull-adorned head: they'd definitely be able to take Black Shadow out together. This he didn't doubt.
It made him sick.
It also made him eat a punch he wished he hadn't. His shoulder hit the back of the elevator hard, and cables snapped audibly. The lights flickered and metal screeched within the elevator shaft. It was on its last strings, quite literally. Blood was pretty sure his patience was, too.
His body was twisted in a way that made it difficult to further defend himself or go for another cheap shot on Falcon's shoulder, but he was able to reach out for the limp arm itself. He squeezed hard and twisted, like he would pull the whole thing out of its socket if he could.
"I was made to do this! And you were made to die! You can't do this forever!"
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"Of course I do!" That was his ego snapping back at him through grit teeth, of course. Put into practical application, Blood would probably not last long if he approached the same way he was now--angry and unstable. It would take a very calculated assault to be successful--Blood would certainly have the element of surprise--but Black Shadow just wasn't at the top of his to-murder list right now.
As much as he loathed to think of it, an unfortunately intrusive thought wormed its way into his formerly skull-adorned head: they'd definitely be able to take Black Shadow out together. This he didn't doubt.
It made him sick.
It also made him eat a punch he wished he hadn't. His shoulder hit the back of the elevator hard, and cables snapped audibly. The lights flickered and metal screeched within the elevator shaft. It was on its last strings, quite literally. Blood was pretty sure his patience was, too.
His body was twisted in a way that made it difficult to further defend himself or go for another cheap shot on Falcon's shoulder, but he was able to reach out for the limp arm itself. He squeezed hard and twisted, like he would pull the whole thing out of its socket if he could.
"I was made to do this! And you were made to die! You can't do this forever!"