FarFlungDreamer
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Once he got into the fight (knocking out a man and spinning to fight one who had cornered another student) it was like back at the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters all over again. When the man 'threatened' Steve or at least Bucky had thought he was. He was pulled over an edge that Bucky didn't even know he had.
It was a twenty story drop.
He dropped the man, a shot to his shoulder with his knife. It was a clean wound, not vital, and was thanked by the the student but he didn't really register it. He spun as another group fell on him, this student, and Chase, obviously looking to make a grab at Chase. It was their mistake as he roared into battle, and Bucky saw someone else come into the fray. An older man who looked quite like Chase and had similar weaponry. His father, maybe.
Unfortunately he couldn't get there to fight the source at its problem, the wing they were in tied them down with so many opponents pouring in towards Chase. @Twist It felt strange, and yet chillingly normal, as his mind seemed to slide into focus. His knife was put back away and Bucky found himself moving instinctively through his targets. Thoughts filtered away, and so did any emotions he might have, or doubts on not hurting them like he had the S.H.I.E.L.D agent.
It was only the fight. Only success of the battle, and his hand shot out to block a target. The cool metal wrapped around the sword the man in the red garb had produced and he raised his leg up to kick hard into the man's exposed stomach. The target fell backwards and he leapt deftly onto him, his metal arm pulling back and then down harshly into the man's face. Things cracked, but he paid no mind, the target was down and he swung up to his feet to the next one. He grabbed him by the neck, but before he could break it another came behind him and with a grunt he whirled the man in his arms around into the secondary target.
They fought back the group that had cornered them and moved out into the battle. One of the men, the one from before had come closer to the three of them, the one he'd deemed to be Chase' father. One of the pride. One of the ones the runaways were hiding from. He was the one to kill, a threat to eliminate. He started to head to the man, to end him, when a roar he hadn't been paying attention to got surprisingly close.
With a glance away from his new target, and over his shoulder, he saw the student from before charging towards him. He was fast, the student, and he only just had time to throw his metal arm up to protect himself. The mans... claws, for lack of anything better to call them, clashed with a huge force against it. He'd set his feet to brace for the impact, but he was pushed backwards by the force, his feet digging into the dirt.
Sparks flew off his arm as the claws slashed against his arm and he could feel them bite into the arm, but not slice through it. His knife slipped into his hand again and he summoned enough force to shove the man backwards.
The attack broke the coldness that had settled over him, and it was clear to Bucky that the student was not in his right mind.
"I don't want to hurt you," He growled angrily, managing to dodge the savage swipe of this student. He got his arm back up in front of him before the claws could make it to his chest, and he threw his knife up to block the other set of claws. He didn't know what the yellowed claws were made of but his knife didn't do much damage to them. He didn't need a trail run to know they were still probably sharp and strong enough to pierce his skin, if they deflected his knife that way. He flipped back away from the man.
He was fast up close, and Bucky didn't want to feel what claws felt like. Bucky needed to keep some distance between them. Not easy when he'd seemed to have locked onto Bucky. With a grimace he took out his gun and when the student charged, he fired twice, one to the shoulder, one to the leg, both non-vital areas. Unfortunately it made him madder and... did nothing? It was as if he hadn't been shot at all and he scowled as the student got up close again.
He threw himself to the ground, rolling out of the way of another swing of those claws towards his chest. He was low, now, and the one thing he had over his opponent was accuracy. Whatever state he was in, he was making wild swings, deadly but wild enough he could get out of the way of most of them or block with just enough time with his arm.
He was under the claws, for the moment, and Bucky threw the weight of his bionic arm into the man's leg, just where his kneecap connected, hoping he could take out one of his legs. If he could even break one of his legs, it might do more damage than a bullet wound. He... Bucky didn't want to kill anyone and if the flashes to an old life were anything to judge by, he couldn't exactly condemn someone enough to kill them, for being out of their minds. He'd been out of his own for a very long time but he wasn't seeing a ton of options if he couldn't put him down another way. @slachance6
It was a twenty story drop.
He dropped the man, a shot to his shoulder with his knife. It was a clean wound, not vital, and was thanked by the the student but he didn't really register it. He spun as another group fell on him, this student, and Chase, obviously looking to make a grab at Chase. It was their mistake as he roared into battle, and Bucky saw someone else come into the fray. An older man who looked quite like Chase and had similar weaponry. His father, maybe.
Unfortunately he couldn't get there to fight the source at its problem, the wing they were in tied them down with so many opponents pouring in towards Chase. @Twist It felt strange, and yet chillingly normal, as his mind seemed to slide into focus. His knife was put back away and Bucky found himself moving instinctively through his targets. Thoughts filtered away, and so did any emotions he might have, or doubts on not hurting them like he had the S.H.I.E.L.D agent.
It was only the fight. Only success of the battle, and his hand shot out to block a target. The cool metal wrapped around the sword the man in the red garb had produced and he raised his leg up to kick hard into the man's exposed stomach. The target fell backwards and he leapt deftly onto him, his metal arm pulling back and then down harshly into the man's face. Things cracked, but he paid no mind, the target was down and he swung up to his feet to the next one. He grabbed him by the neck, but before he could break it another came behind him and with a grunt he whirled the man in his arms around into the secondary target.
They fought back the group that had cornered them and moved out into the battle. One of the men, the one from before had come closer to the three of them, the one he'd deemed to be Chase' father. One of the pride. One of the ones the runaways were hiding from. He was the one to kill, a threat to eliminate. He started to head to the man, to end him, when a roar he hadn't been paying attention to got surprisingly close.
With a glance away from his new target, and over his shoulder, he saw the student from before charging towards him. He was fast, the student, and he only just had time to throw his metal arm up to protect himself. The mans... claws, for lack of anything better to call them, clashed with a huge force against it. He'd set his feet to brace for the impact, but he was pushed backwards by the force, his feet digging into the dirt.
Sparks flew off his arm as the claws slashed against his arm and he could feel them bite into the arm, but not slice through it. His knife slipped into his hand again and he summoned enough force to shove the man backwards.
The attack broke the coldness that had settled over him, and it was clear to Bucky that the student was not in his right mind.
"I don't want to hurt you," He growled angrily, managing to dodge the savage swipe of this student. He got his arm back up in front of him before the claws could make it to his chest, and he threw his knife up to block the other set of claws. He didn't know what the yellowed claws were made of but his knife didn't do much damage to them. He didn't need a trail run to know they were still probably sharp and strong enough to pierce his skin, if they deflected his knife that way. He flipped back away from the man.
He was fast up close, and Bucky didn't want to feel what claws felt like. Bucky needed to keep some distance between them. Not easy when he'd seemed to have locked onto Bucky. With a grimace he took out his gun and when the student charged, he fired twice, one to the shoulder, one to the leg, both non-vital areas. Unfortunately it made him madder and... did nothing? It was as if he hadn't been shot at all and he scowled as the student got up close again.
He threw himself to the ground, rolling out of the way of another swing of those claws towards his chest. He was low, now, and the one thing he had over his opponent was accuracy. Whatever state he was in, he was making wild swings, deadly but wild enough he could get out of the way of most of them or block with just enough time with his arm.
He was under the claws, for the moment, and Bucky threw the weight of his bionic arm into the man's leg, just where his kneecap connected, hoping he could take out one of his legs. If he could even break one of his legs, it might do more damage than a bullet wound. He... Bucky didn't want to kill anyone and if the flashes to an old life were anything to judge by, he couldn't exactly condemn someone enough to kill them, for being out of their minds. He'd been out of his own for a very long time but he wasn't seeing a ton of options if he couldn't put him down another way. @slachance6
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