[The fact he connects two hits on the guy feels so good after all the shit talking he's been doing. Ain't so tough now, are you?
Of course, Wolfwood knows better than to get cocky. Cockiness gets you killed, and Flamebringer has proven he will swing this blade with deadly accuracy. Maybe not deadly intent, but he's willing to flay him open a little to get his point across.
Unfortunately for Wolfwood, Flamebringer just so happens to aim for his one weak point. He locks ankles with his prosthetic leg, and though it's briefly completely unyielding in a way that is probably very confusing, it hits Wolfwood a second later and he fucking crumples like a wet piece of cardboard, hitting the ground hard on his side just in time to feel that blade whizz past overhead. It actually sheers off a few centimeters of hair from somewhere in his bangs, but it's not like he's ever had a normal looking haircut to begin with. No one will notice.]
Shit-!
[The Punisher, lucky for Wolfwood, is too heavy to go spinning very far at all on grass. If they were on a different surface, that might be a different story. But it's still with him, and while it's extremely difficult to get much leverage while on the ground, he can at least swing the thing off and fire another warning shot, though this time if a bullet or two does connect non-fatally, well, that was your own dumb fault-]
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Of course, Wolfwood knows better than to get cocky. Cockiness gets you killed, and Flamebringer has proven he will swing this blade with deadly accuracy. Maybe not deadly intent, but he's willing to flay him open a little to get his point across.
Unfortunately for Wolfwood, Flamebringer just so happens to aim for his one weak point. He locks ankles with his prosthetic leg, and though it's briefly completely unyielding in a way that is probably very confusing, it hits Wolfwood a second later and he fucking crumples like a wet piece of cardboard, hitting the ground hard on his side just in time to feel that blade whizz past overhead. It actually sheers off a few centimeters of hair from somewhere in his bangs, but it's not like he's ever had a normal looking haircut to begin with. No one will notice.]
Shit-!
[The Punisher, lucky for Wolfwood, is too heavy to go spinning very far at all on grass. If they were on a different surface, that might be a different story. But it's still with him, and while it's extremely difficult to get much leverage while on the ground, he can at least swing the thing off and fire another warning shot, though this time if a bullet or two does connect non-fatally, well, that was your own dumb fault-]