". . . The hell?" Vanko asked, thrown by the lack of costume. He skidded to a stop and reached for his gun.
"Goddammit," Eliot bit out, as he blocked another swing of the Butcher's knife. He'd really kind of thought she'd finally gotten some sense and gotten out of there. He was too far away to disarm Kid Crime before he managed to get a shot off, and for a moment he was convinced he was about to watch Kathy die again.
The Butcher caught him with a fist to his ribs while he was distracted, and Eliot realized he wasn't even going to have time to watch it happen.
He should have tied her to a chair when he had the chance.
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Date: 2015-11-19 04:52 pm (UTC)"Goddammit," Eliot bit out, as he blocked another swing of the Butcher's knife. He'd really kind of thought she'd finally gotten some sense and gotten out of there. He was too far away to disarm Kid Crime before he managed to get a shot off, and for a moment he was convinced he was about to watch Kathy die again.
The Butcher caught him with a fist to his ribs while he was distracted, and Eliot realized he wasn't even going to have time to watch it happen.
He should have tied her to a chair when he had the chance.