aigoliosproteg -- continued.
MIDNIGHTER wasn’t exactly free of any bruises, bumps, and marks; he had an advantage in the form of a healing factor, however, and could feel injuries inside and out already knitting themselves together again. Rolling shoulders as he gave an exhale to the other man, the smirk tilting his lips up half-painted with blood from a particularly vicious broken nose, Midnighter put arms out at his sides.
❝ You can hardly hit me worth something on your best day, what makes you think you’ll manage anything so IMPRESSIVE now? ❞
Gloved hands pulled his cowl off, Midnighter shoving the mask away into a pocket.
❝ BESIDES. What’s wrong with a little innocent flattery? ❞