[ Matt smells Kieren's blood before he even hears him, the sharp tang of alcohol and bile laced within the damning thickness of it, the fluttering beat of his heart like hummingbird wings. The confused roars of the russians and the smell of gunmetal is what he picks up next, together with the mixed cacophony of four, five more accelerated heartbeats. Agitation, surprise, tension.
Good.
He's coming for them, and he will destroy them all for believing that they could get to him through Kieren, who is easily one of the most innocent, uninvolved people within the confines of Hell's Kitchen. Matt's terror is turned to rage, fed to the beast within him that sits within his chest; fuel to the fire.
Beware the Murdock boys, they got the devil in them.
He doesn't need to see to know just where Kieren is, to be aware of how badly he's hurt -- and every injury suffered only propels Matt to more brutality, callous, efficient, when he breaks bone and sends one henchman reeling after another. He grips the crowbar in the next heartbeat (the one smeared with Kieren's blood), and he swings hard, connecting with flesh and punching almost through with more force than he would have usually used.
Kieren, he thinks, when he comes to free him, cutting through the ropes while the men lie groaning, their blood seeping through to the concrete. He doesn't have time to take him away when the leader comes for him again, and earns a bloody brutal beatdown from the devil himself, right before Kieren's eyes.
You, he seems to snarl, enraged beyond reason as he tosses the crowbar away, bare fists pummeling the perpetrator into a bloody pulp. you hurt him.
ILU THIS IS PERFECT
Good.
He's coming for them, and he will destroy them all for believing that they could get to him through Kieren, who is easily one of the most innocent, uninvolved people within the confines of Hell's Kitchen. Matt's terror is turned to rage, fed to the beast within him that sits within his chest; fuel to the fire.
Beware the Murdock boys, they got the devil in them.
He doesn't need to see to know just where Kieren is, to be aware of how badly he's hurt -- and every injury suffered only propels Matt to more brutality, callous, efficient, when he breaks bone and sends one henchman reeling after another. He grips the crowbar in the next heartbeat (the one smeared with Kieren's blood), and he swings hard, connecting with flesh and punching almost through with more force than he would have usually used.
Kieren, he thinks, when he comes to free him, cutting through the ropes while the men lie groaning, their blood seeping through to the concrete. He doesn't have time to take him away when the leader comes for him again, and earns a bloody brutal beatdown from the devil himself, right before Kieren's eyes.
You, he seems to snarl, enraged beyond reason as he tosses the crowbar away, bare fists pummeling the perpetrator into a bloody pulp. you hurt him.