[He'll likely be there first, standing just outside all tense with his arms crossed over his chest and staring a bit distantly at the wall. Grinding his teeth a bit too, though his expression is a bit more spaced than pensive.]
[ Bucky is definitely there first. But Clint doesn't leave him waiting for very long, and the instant he spots Bucky, Clint knows he's in trouble. There's nothing good waiting in the thousand mile stare Bucky's sporting, nor is the tense line of his jaw reassuring. Instead, Clint steps closer, eyeing Bucky cautiously. ]
[Regardless of how unsteady he feels, he has the sense to know he's not fighting Steve. Clint is skilled, but he's still at a disadvantage. He's known the man long enough by now to not want to hurt him too badly and he's not so off his mental stability right now to not think of other times where he's lost sight of those boundaries with other people. So when Clint arrives and speaks up, his gaze snaps to him and a second later, his arms uncross and he tosses him an object that was waiting in his metal hand. And without another word, he goes inside.
Of course, he's not just going to hand him something that can severely knock him out, that grenade's been tampered with to work on his heightened metabolism for all of 5 seconds and will pretty much just stun and reboot his senses. In a fight with no weapons and with someone he marginally trusts, he's fine with that. The effect isn't even incapacitating, just "reorienting".]
[ Clint would be glad to hear it, really, he would. Moreover, it's nice to hear that he's a bit higher on the damage scale than he thought. Cheers! But that's just idle thought.
Here, now, he snags the object out of the air, instinctively, before looking it over curiously. Clint's following after Bucky, but he's distracted, rolling the device over in his palm. It looks vaguely familiar, but nothing he's used before. ]
[He answers tersely without stopping or looking behind him. They're in the melee combat area, no need for any special simulation, he just wants to brawl and is simply making his way to the center of the room.]
[ He breathes out, surprised and pleased. That's enough of an answer for him, so Clint tucks away the grenade, following at Bucky's heels, looking around the room briefly before focusing in again. A straightforward brawl, he can work with that. ]
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cognitived) wrote2014-08-29 11:53 pm
DAY 86
FROM: [email protected]
Where are you.
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My room. Need something?
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A fight.
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FROM: [email protected]
You got it. Training room?
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Yes.
[He'll likely be there first, standing just outside all tense with his arms crossed over his chest and staring a bit distantly at the wall. Grinding his teeth a bit too, though his expression is a bit more spaced than pensive.]
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Ready?
[ Dumb question, he knows it. ]
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Of course, he's not just going to hand him something that can severely knock him out, that grenade's been tampered with to work on his heightened metabolism for all of 5 seconds and will pretty much just stun and reboot his senses. In a fight with no weapons and with someone he marginally trusts, he's fine with that. The effect isn't even incapacitating, just "reorienting".]
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Here, now, he snags the object out of the air, instinctively, before looking it over curiously. Clint's following after Bucky, but he's distracted, rolling the device over in his palm. It looks vaguely familiar, but nothing he's used before. ]
What's in it?
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Dendrotoxin. Mild. For a five second stun.
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[ He breathes out, surprised and pleased. That's enough of an answer for him, so Clint tucks away the grenade, following at Bucky's heels, looking around the room briefly before focusing in again. A straightforward brawl, he can work with that. ]