Clearly. [ he bites back, fists curling at his sides but latching only onto a verbal attack where the physical is— complicated. Impossible, without compromising a code of conduct he values, though it seems only marginally more than he hates appearing soft right now.
A nod to the ceiling, their surroundings, whoever is running this horror show. ]
Have they dulled your teeth?
[ —Clumsy redirection aside, this is the least metal he's ever had flying at his head in a fight with Magneto. ]
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A nod to the ceiling, their surroundings, whoever is running this horror show. ]
Have they dulled your teeth?
[ —Clumsy redirection aside, this is the least metal he's ever had flying at his head in a fight with Magneto. ]