[ Right, not familiar with the reference. Tony shoves the twinge of entirely misplaced annoyance (not the kid, not his fault he's not the kid, odd enough that they've got the same face but there are only so many configurations of the human genome possible, he shouldn't be surprised) aside and takes his roll. Three spaces forward, little skulls all around no matter what path he takes.
Time to see how unlucky these unlucky spots are.
For three, four seconds? Nothing. The tension in Tony's shoulders goes loose and easy as he lets himself relax- ]
Guess there's not that much unlucky about-
[ Being with the Ten Rings taught him plenty. Like how to breathe around cracked ribs, something he hasn't through about in about a decade, until it becomes pretty fucking relevant. There's no impact, no blow, just the sharp snap as he folds over, hand pressed to his left side, hissing through his teeth. ]
Fffffffffffffffff christ. Avoid the skulls. They're not fucking around.
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Time to see how unlucky these unlucky spots are.
For three, four seconds? Nothing. The tension in Tony's shoulders goes loose and easy as he lets himself relax- ]
Guess there's not that much unlucky about-
[ Being with the Ten Rings taught him plenty. Like how to breathe around cracked ribs, something he hasn't through about in about a decade, until it becomes pretty fucking relevant. There's no impact, no blow, just the sharp snap as he folds over, hand pressed to his left side, hissing through his teeth. ]
Fffffffffffffffff christ. Avoid the skulls. They're not fucking around.