visor wearing revolutionary with his fist brought to his chest. "Come on, boy. No guns, no light shows. Fight like a man if you wanna talk like one."
β β Mano a mano. In his mind it seemed fair enough; he drops his utility, Scott drops his. One soldier against another.
β β The first he managed to evade somewhat, side stepping before he came at Cyclops. The second he wasn't so lucky.
β β Castle flew high, arms and legs spread out into this "T" pose before inevitably collapsing onto his back. [ ... ]
scott's all but at front door's end by the time he hears the rustle. from here, any bullet frank thinks he'll catch - that isn't in the head, or below the yellow of his torso - isn't doing much. padding of the team's newest model. he was sure.
"i thought i'd told you,"
and [-]
β β Scott Summers, irritated, managed to work up a chuckle in Frank. Not even really a cackle, just this soft, "ha.." that squeaks out from his throat.
β β "I know," he says matter-of-fact as he too came crawling onto his feet. Cracking his neck, Frank leered at the [ ... ]
fading out drip of red that crawled from his skin to the sink.
β β Flickeringβthe bulb overhead goes in and out. He sees her staring back at him through the mirror, standing behind. It gets bad like this when he goes awhile without hunting. Without killing. Thoughts intrude.
β β Sharp whistle rises from the kettle. A small stream of steam poking through its lid, left unsupervised.
β β Frank feels her even when she's so far away. Invisible fingers smoothing over his clavicle as he finishes gluing shut a knife wound on his chest. [ ... ]
β β They appear in flickers of light. A blinking image of a pair of blonde hair and blue eyes wrapping around him. The cold kiss of air that reminds him of her minted breath.
β β In the dinge of an bunker restroom, Castle hovers over a dusting silver bowl with water [ ... ]
Bingo. I go around ... you won't catch me in one place long. I try my best to save appearance. I like your handiwork. I imagine it doesn't go over well with the other guy.
An arrow can make a lot of damage, I get what you mean tho. After a while you just get better at reloading, it comes naturally. Yeah, I deal a lot with the Mafia around Gotham, Italyβ¦ I havenβt see you around hereβ¦ let me guess, New York?