[The Soldier doesn't run. He stalks his targets, sprints in short bursts, but never this fast before. His head is screaming at him, brain batted about and torn from the bramble of Sargeant James Buchanan Barnes trying to eat back through the programming, but it doesn't give. The moment his feet touch the ground outside Ven Diagrams, he's off, broken glass laced through his hair and caught in his black fatigues. He doesn't look back for his guest, focusing instead on the beacon of pain drawing him in like a child washed into the tide.
The door to the parlor is barely an obstacle as he bursts in, bending it at the hinges. His gait stutters for just an instant--- your name is James Buchanan Barnes--- before he's on the nearest opponent.
The Soldier is a freight train cut loose and howling down a mountain. In the space of a heartbeat, he's joined the fray with a animalistic cry of pure fury, swinging out in an attempt to hit Ren with his metal arm, fingers curled into a fist like a sledgehammer.]
/barges in here like the koolaid man
The door to the parlor is barely an obstacle as he bursts in, bending it at the hinges. His gait stutters for just an instant--- your name is James Buchanan Barnes--- before he's on the nearest opponent.
The Soldier is a freight train cut loose and howling down a mountain. In the space of a heartbeat, he's joined the fray with a animalistic cry of pure fury, swinging out in an attempt to hit Ren with his metal arm, fingers curled into a fist like a sledgehammer.]