I plan on holding my defence, biding my time as I circle the man who opposes me, fists raised.
"Come..and face your death."
@ShieldedCaptain
I blink slowly, before leaping up and kicking the gun from the grasp of @ShieldedCaptain.
"Never."
I grin, readying myself for his attack.
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I lie, seemingly defeated at the Captain's feet, groaning in unmeasurable amounts of pain.
"Captain...America..."
@ShieldedCaptain
I grunt as @ShieldedCaptain's attacks connect with my body and I collapse, faking a serious injury in an effort to buy myself time.
I grunt, cursing in Russian before throwing my own shield at the Captain's legs, aiming to prevent his shield retrieval.
@ShieldedCaptain
-- into the air has returned to my grasp now and I wield it expertly, throwing it toward @ShieldedCaptain's thigh, hoping to slow him down.
As the Captain steps toe-to toe with me, I duck his initial attack and slam the Soviet shield into his chest as planned.
@ShieldedCaptain
Without hesitating, I throw the knife upward into the air and charge @ShieldedCaptain, aiming to strike him in the chest with my shield.
Slightly startled, but not dazed, I grip my knife.
"Have you come to accept your fate? To battle your superior, at last..?"
@ShieldedCaptain
-- should be scared.
"SHOW YOURSELF CAPTAIN!"
I laugh maniacally, cackling toward the night sky.
@ShieldedCaptain