[ he’s glad for it - cold efficiency to work around like a complex puzzle, rather than the face of something stir such rage and hatred in him. It’s easier for him to keep his head this way, as it’s more watching the moving parts, picking where to dodge, which way to go to set up for a counter. Bucky’s intense, and there’s always that arm to worry about, keep a part of his mind to where it is and what it’s doing. The second he forgets it, he’ll get floored by the force of it, regardless of how well he might get back up from the hit that isn’t a stun he can take to win a fight against someone this skilled.
Andyr’s all lightning fast mobility and technique done just so to get the most of the force he can out of it, but about ten minutes into the fight, he starts to lose that consciousness towards functionality and technicality, and his mind focuses in too much on the aspect of causing damage, as if it’s something to do with survival.
The level of brutality in his movements unconsciously starts to build, lips pulling back into a sneer, and he doesn’t need to see any particular face of logo on bucky’s gear to fill in a person, a larger entity, a cause there. It’s like narrowing a spot light down to a pinpoint, and he gets as close a swipe to Bucky’s throat, before catching that metal fist in the side of the head.
Aaaand he’s down - and it’s good that he is. That was the line crossed. For a moment, Andyr lays there on the mat, his ears ringing and skull aching. He’s built to withstand an absurd amount of damage, and perhaps Bucky pulled the punch some, but there’s nothing cracked, and he’ll be able to get up from it in a few minutes, just. Give him a second. ]
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Andyr’s all lightning fast mobility and technique done just so to get the most of the force he can out of it, but about ten minutes into the fight, he starts to lose that consciousness towards functionality and technicality, and his mind focuses in too much on the aspect of causing damage, as if it’s something to do with survival.
The level of brutality in his movements unconsciously starts to build, lips pulling back into a sneer, and he doesn’t need to see any particular face of logo on bucky’s gear to fill in a person, a larger entity, a cause there. It’s like narrowing a spot light down to a pinpoint, and he gets as close a swipe to Bucky’s throat, before catching that metal fist in the side of the head.
Aaaand he’s down - and it’s good that he is. That was the line crossed. For a moment, Andyr lays there on the mat, his ears ringing and skull aching. He’s built to withstand an absurd amount of damage, and perhaps Bucky pulled the punch some, but there’s nothing cracked, and he’ll be able to get up from it in a few minutes, just. Give him a second. ]
Ow.