[ He props himself up with a wince, a hand smoothing over what’s sure to be a bruise over his breastbone. For a few seconds, he tries to catch his breath, frowning at himself. Gamora is good, has spent decades of her life training, but he knows she’s holding back. He’s not sure if it bodes well for him that he, working at around 90% effort, was hardly a match for Gamora, topping off somewhere around 25%, if that. ]
Oh, good. That’s super encouraging.
[ Grumbled, though without much heat in his voice. He takes her hand to haul himself up. ]
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Oh, good. That’s super encouraging.
[ Grumbled, though without much heat in his voice. He takes her hand to haul himself up. ]