moment, holding position like a lion waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle.
With both arms stretched out to the sides, the scream bellowing out from his lungs through his saliva drenched teeth, his legs power him forward with heavy thuds in the damp mud. Steve holds position, his legs slightly bent as if they were two springs wound up and ready to release him forward. With the sound of gunfire everywhere, flares and tracers lighting up the black sky behind them both warriors launch towards the other. A single impact to the stomach of the drone with a knee sends him crashing to the ground where he coughs and gasps for breath. Steve rolls away and stands quickly, turning to face the drone and ready to continue the fight.
Steve: Strike on the inhale