and as Marks attention moves to dislodging Steve’s teeth from his arm the lock is released and Steve rolls free.

He stands and looks down at Mark who is now on his knees cradling his arm in his other hand. The wound is deep and blood is flowing from it quick enough to run onto the rooftop. He screams at him with tears now running down his face: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

Looking horrified towards Steve and then back to his arm he continues his panicked cries: YOU’VE KILLED ME! YOU’VE KILLED ME!!

Steve frowns and puffs another dismissive breath as he takes his swords up and slings them over his shoulder: What is this guy bitching about? Tis but a scratch! You’d think I cut his arm off or something.