[ He just keeps pressing, dodging the kicks and the shield, feeling them pass mere centimeters from his body. He needs to get that shield out of the picture. In a smooth motion, he flips the knife into the flesh hand, grabbing the the edge of the shield with his now-free metal one and kicking out with purpose at Steve's chest. ]
You're my target.
[ Duh. They've met before, the man has to know he's an assassin. ]
I'm nervous though, I don't think I have his voice right yet u~u
You're my target.
[ Duh. They've met before, the man has to know he's an assassin. ]