[Ward doesn't look shocked at Darcy's response, at the gun firing or even the impact to his leg. He'd been expecting an attack the second they'd run into each other - the fact they'd gone so long without only seemed like luck. And that maybe Darcy wasn't as full of conviction as she might appear.
Isaac, on the other hand, is another beast entirely. One Ward is definitely not excited to have lunging towards him. There are a very limited number of options, all of them with longer term consequences than he wants to deal with. In the split second he has to make the decision, he chooses the easiest.
Momentum already tipping back, downwards from the bullet tearing through his thigh, Ward falls backwards. Falls in, a schism of deep black and heat splintering like a fissure out from his middle, cracks breaking outward through him, through the air as if the very surface of reality was being smashed into pieces.
It's over in a second. Ward stumbles back into the dark and the rend closes around him, leaves nothing but the bloody bullet that had struck through his leg, the quickly fading scent of burning and ozone.]
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Isaac, on the other hand, is another beast entirely. One Ward is definitely not excited to have lunging towards him. There are a very limited number of options, all of them with longer term consequences than he wants to deal with. In the split second he has to make the decision, he chooses the easiest.
Momentum already tipping back, downwards from the bullet tearing through his thigh, Ward falls backwards. Falls in, a schism of deep black and heat splintering like a fissure out from his middle, cracks breaking outward through him, through the air as if the very surface of reality was being smashed into pieces.
It's over in a second. Ward stumbles back into the dark and the rend closes around him, leaves nothing but the bloody bullet that had struck through his leg, the quickly fading scent of burning and ozone.]