[The Soldier can feel someone, something coming but holds his ground, holds his grip around Rogue's throat. He looks up to see a blood-soaked figure storm towards him and before he has time to move up into a guard, hands have covered his one. His attacker stands on his weak side and that already places him at a disadvantage. Without standing, he moves his hand in an attempt to elbow his attacker in the face.
The battlefield has changed. His gears switch from one mode to the next: escape.
Sam's words miss their mark, as the Soldier has no idea who a sunshine is, and, underneath, the programming's storm of blistering cold ramps up in an attempt to drown out the presence surging in.
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The battlefield has changed. His gears switch from one mode to the next: escape.
Sam's words miss their mark, as the Soldier has no idea who a sunshine is, and, underneath, the programming's storm of blistering cold ramps up in an attempt to drown out the presence surging in.
Get out.]