You were aiming to knock me on my ass, that's skirting the line.
[ his fault, not being explicit with the terms of engagement, but he's getting a sense for how the kid fights. he'd fit right in with brooklyn boys scrapping it up in the back alleys to prove who's kept their teeth.
well, either way. he flexes the metal arm on instinct, the plates warming. ]
But I missed, and you got me, so... that's on you, man.
[He looks pretty proud of himself too. Look, he needs this.
His fight is definitely a good mix of back alley brawls, but also something else that's very much refined. Very much practiced with someone who could fight everyone and everything-- even Superman.]
You got it.
[Alright- less contact. It's fucking hard, but Jason's gonna do it. Now that he's feeling a little more confident, he lets that sink into him, but just a little, cause he sure as fuck knows not to get too cocky.
He moves forward quickly, trying to swipe at Bucky's arm. He can't quite reach for the knife with Bucky's defenses, but at least he pulls back before contact and ends up on the other side of him.]
[ swift moves, trained in the way self-taught is also a type of training. it reminds him of steve, in a way: him and steve, they learned to fight in the streets, scrapping and hustling and playing dirty until they're left alone. novotny once called it fighting with rabid rats, because steve wouldn't give up until he's knocked out, and bucky never quits until his mouth's all bloody. never knew when to quit, both of them.
the kid's got that snarl in his teeth, in his fists.
he narrowly misses contact when the kid lunges for the knife in his arm, but he's not exactly making this as difficult as he can. he meant it, about not wanting to smack some guy with the arm full force, but maybe— ]
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[ his fault, not being explicit with the terms of engagement, but he's getting a sense for how the kid fights. he'd fit right in with brooklyn boys scrapping it up in the back alleys to prove who's kept their teeth.
well, either way. he flexes the metal arm on instinct, the plates warming. ]
Seven to go.
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[He looks pretty proud of himself too. Look, he needs this.
His fight is definitely a good mix of back alley brawls, but also something else that's very much refined. Very much practiced with someone who could fight everyone and everything-- even Superman.]
You got it.
[Alright- less contact. It's fucking hard, but Jason's gonna do it. Now that he's feeling a little more confident, he lets that sink into him, but just a little, cause he sure as fuck knows not to get too cocky.
He moves forward quickly, trying to swipe at Bucky's arm. He can't quite reach for the knife with Bucky's defenses, but at least he pulls back before contact and ends up on the other side of him.]
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the kid's got that snarl in his teeth, in his fists.
he narrowly misses contact when the kid lunges for the knife in his arm, but he's not exactly making this as difficult as he can. he meant it, about not wanting to smack some guy with the arm full force, but maybe— ]
Try the ones on my back. Might be easier.