[The shield arcs back to him precisely after crunching into bone and splattering greenish blood across the ground. He lands heavily on one of the boulders, left hand catching the shield; the wrenching force of it coming back would probably tear off a normal person's arm, but the prosthetic handles it admirably.
He doesn't notice the monster easing quietly down from above. Sam dives down and draws its attention, and Bucky whirls around, shield in front of him, raising his gun.]
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He doesn't notice the monster easing quietly down from above. Sam dives down and draws its attention, and Bucky whirls around, shield in front of him, raising his gun.]
Christ, how many of these guys are there?