A gloved hand shot out from underneath the rubble and weakly grabbed on to his ankle. It wasn't enough to pull Falcon down but he did try to keep him from at least leaving so easily.

"Noggh--" Blood's voice was gurgled, no doubt labored with his own namesake. He strained to get up on his hands and knees, managing to slump back down belly-first. His hand never left Falcon's ankle. He wasn't even trying to weigh him down so much anymore as he was simply refusing to let go.

"Where do you think... you're going..."