ducking under his big arm and backs away quickly, hopping on his toes and sizing the drone up like a boxer, still coughing, still looking for his sword.
The lieutenant turns quickly and screams with both arms stretched out to his sides, then rips away the metal plate covering his torso, taking chunks of flesh with it as the screws holding it in place keep their grip. Next, his helmet is ripped off and he throws it at Steve but misses by some distance. Steve cracks his neck from side to side as the crazed drone then begins to beat his chest with his fists, still screaming towards him as if he’d just murdered his family.
He then charges forward quickly with a deafening scream. Steve pauses, his eyes taking in every detail, waiting for just the right