Fucking bollocks you could. [ There was a cool confidence in the way he said that, even though they had been relatively closely matched in their previous tussles (with Rumlow generally having the upper hand). The confidence wasn't just because the other man was injured -- Toreth was sure Rumlow could still put up more than a fair fucking fight -- but it was his own self-assurance as to their dynamic.
Toreth grit his teeth slightly when he jabbed the needle a little too far in, fingers slipping from the blood on them, the needle going in at the wrong angle. ]
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Toreth grit his teeth slightly when he jabbed the needle a little too far in, fingers slipping from the blood on them, the needle going in at the wrong angle. ]
Fucking Christ, sorry.