Scar stumbled, nearly falling over in his weakened state. What the hell...? This man was abnormally fast. And Scar had definitely not thrown himself at air. His head snapped back in the direction of Loki's voice, the embarrassment of being tricked by this man only fueling his foul temper.
The fact that Loki had a knife hardly registered. The heat of the moment was Scar's weakness. His common sense was tossed to the wayside and basic, raw instinct took hold, and Scar's instincts were often never logical. It had gotten him killed once, and it could damn well happen again. But none of that mattered right now to Scar. All he was aware of was of how much he just wanted to get back at Loki for... for what? Scar wasn't even sure how to place his hatred. He wasn't even thinking about why he wanted to lash out at this man. He just knew that he needed to.
Upon regaining his balance, Scar lunged at Loki with a growl, fists tight around his knife and flashlight.
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The fact that Loki had a knife hardly registered. The heat of the moment was Scar's weakness. His common sense was tossed to the wayside and basic, raw instinct took hold, and Scar's instincts were often never logical. It had gotten him killed once, and it could damn well happen again. But none of that mattered right now to Scar. All he was aware of was of how much he just wanted to get back at Loki for... for what? Scar wasn't even sure how to place his hatred. He wasn't even thinking about why he wanted to lash out at this man. He just knew that he needed to.
Upon regaining his balance, Scar lunged at Loki with a growl, fists tight around his knife and flashlight.