[ Andyr pauses at that, blinks a moment, and tries to concentrate - block out that part in the back of his mind that just wants to destroy. Rend, decimate, make someone afraid. That thing he's been nurturing and feeding and letting loose as often as it reared up for the last six and a half years. He swallows, and gives a curt nod. ] Right.
[ Of course. Why would he ever try to fight anyone to the death? Hahaha... haha... fuck, maybe this wasn't a good idea.
Whatever, it's on, and Andyr's eyes are on the center of Bucky's chest, rather than his face - so he's watching the whole of his body in relatively equal span, arms, legs, how his hips shift, which way his shoulders might turn, the glint of that metal arm easy to pick up on. If it were a guard, he's likely watch their eyes, because they telegraph easily that way. Barnes is a professional. Nothing will show on his face, and Andyr's savagery isn't likely to move him in one way or another. He's going through options in his head. How he'd usually open won't work, because those are all more lethal, less sportsman like. Broken kneecaps, crushed windpipes, catching up ankles to twist them.
What he does instead is try to get in close, that's where Andyr tends to be more of a problem for people. The moment Bucky flinches one way or the other, Andyr snaps into it (and he's fast, inhumanly fast), a stride or two to cover distance and he drops with a wide, spinning sweep to his ankles. Something obvious, looking like he's trying to ground him before this fight even starts, but he expects that to be passed, using the momentum of the turn to raise up an elbow as he finishes close to him, attempting to drive it hard (probably harder than a kind spar would be, he's working on it) into Bucky's stomach. ]
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[ Of course. Why would he ever try to fight anyone to the death? Hahaha... haha... fuck, maybe this wasn't a good idea.
Whatever, it's on, and Andyr's eyes are on the center of Bucky's chest, rather than his face - so he's watching the whole of his body in relatively equal span, arms, legs, how his hips shift, which way his shoulders might turn, the glint of that metal arm easy to pick up on. If it were a guard, he's likely watch their eyes, because they telegraph easily that way. Barnes is a professional. Nothing will show on his face, and Andyr's savagery isn't likely to move him in one way or another. He's going through options in his head. How he'd usually open won't work, because those are all more lethal, less sportsman like. Broken kneecaps, crushed windpipes, catching up ankles to twist them.
What he does instead is try to get in close, that's where Andyr tends to be more of a problem for people. The moment Bucky flinches one way or the other, Andyr snaps into it (and he's fast, inhumanly fast), a stride or two to cover distance and he drops with a wide, spinning sweep to his ankles. Something obvious, looking like he's trying to ground him before this fight even starts, but he expects that to be passed, using the momentum of the turn to raise up an elbow as he finishes close to him, attempting to drive it hard (probably harder than a kind spar would be, he's working on it) into Bucky's stomach. ]