[It wasn't the first time he had fought Rogers, though the details of the last few were hazy at best. He simply found that his thoughts were invaded by the need to win regardless of the cost to himself or anything that happened to get in his way on this. The need to kill, maim, and sink his face into hot wet flesh was pounding along his limbs.
The recognition, the pairing of revenge with murder was too sweet to ignore. It drove him to a recklessness that bordered on suicidal. There had always been a thrill in combat, taking a hit and giving as good as he received.
His claws rake the shield's surface before his elongated fingers curl around the edge of the shield as he passed to alter his momentum back the way that he had come. He could smell his target, so familiar and righteous. His back hit the wall, but he was already doing everything to shove the blond away so that he could crawl up and over the shield to the meatbag behind it.]
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The recognition, the pairing of revenge with murder was too sweet to ignore. It drove him to a recklessness that bordered on suicidal. There had always been a thrill in combat, taking a hit and giving as good as he received.
His claws rake the shield's surface before his elongated fingers curl around the edge of the shield as he passed to alter his momentum back the way that he had come. He could smell his target, so familiar and righteous. His back hit the wall, but he was already doing everything to shove the blond away so that he could crawl up and over the shield to the meatbag behind it.]