Malcolm shrugged as Daredevil kicked into motion. The assassin blocked both kicks and evaded the nightstick. He laughed and put distance between them as he dodged the stick, swinging around to Daredevil's back.
"Hoo-hoo-hooh! You're quick. More of a challenge than Cold over here. Soon to be Cold and dead." No one thinks you're funny, Malcolm. "Okay, Mr. Daredevil, have it your way. Let's dance!"
Leonard had to admit, he was starting to live up to his name. He felt pretty damn cold. He also couldn't follow the movements of the fight. Len did, however, reach up and grab the shears off his stomach to keep them safe.
Malcolm pulled a combat blade from his belt and held it in a reverse grip. He brought his other arm up to guard. "Just a thought: if you leave the soon-to-be dead partner of yours and the fancy scissors, I'm pretty sure you'll be able to fight your way out alive. Seems like a better option that dying at my hand, doesn't it?"
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"Hoo-hoo-hooh! You're quick. More of a challenge than Cold over here. Soon to be Cold and dead." No one thinks you're funny, Malcolm. "Okay, Mr. Daredevil, have it your way. Let's dance!"
Leonard had to admit, he was starting to live up to his name. He felt pretty damn cold. He also couldn't follow the movements of the fight. Len did, however, reach up and grab the shears off his stomach to keep them safe.
Malcolm pulled a combat blade from his belt and held it in a reverse grip. He brought his other arm up to guard. "Just a thought: if you leave the soon-to-be dead partner of yours and the fancy scissors, I'm pretty sure you'll be able to fight your way out alive. Seems like a better option that dying at my hand, doesn't it?"