[ He considers it for a second. His side still twinges, but— like he said earlier, this is the least he can expect, right? If he really means to work with the team, to head out with them on those jobs of theirs. If he can’t fight through a bruise, it’ll just make him even more of a liability than he already is.
He takes a breath, moving back a pace or two, smoothing his hand down his bruised side before moving into a defensive stance. ]
Don’t go any easier on me.
[ he’s bad enough at this as it is. If Gamora backtracks now, he’ll never improve. ]
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He takes a breath, moving back a pace or two, smoothing his hand down his bruised side before moving into a defensive stance. ]
Don’t go any easier on me.
[ he’s bad enough at this as it is. If Gamora backtracks now, he’ll never improve. ]