Sorry. [ He is sorry for almost clocking her, though there's a frustrated edge to his tone. With the shield in both hands he continues to frown, letting his metal skin shiver and fade back into his arms. This isn't working. ]
Can't seem to get the hang of it... [ The - his other self, that guy could throw the damn thing like it was some extension of himself. Perfect shot every time.
Of course, it's only been a day or so, but a small part of him demands that instinct should've taken over by now. That he should be learning more quickly.
Prove that he deserves to be the one holding it, while that other guy is stuck in a tomb. ]
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Can't seem to get the hang of it... [ The - his other self, that guy could throw the damn thing like it was some extension of himself. Perfect shot every time.
Of course, it's only been a day or so, but a small part of him demands that instinct should've taken over by now. That he should be learning more quickly.
Prove that he deserves to be the one holding it, while that other guy is stuck in a tomb. ]