It is tackling and knives, for Bucky (at least they really don't wear enough armor to have to aim at the few unprotected lethal areas. (Eyes. Neck.)
With what the kedan have been doing, two bodies already lifeless on the ground, he doesn't think he has to stay non-lethal... and, yet. These people believe something. Killing them for that alone feels strange, unwelcome, with the kind of mindset the turtle's head is putting him into.
But he won't not fight.
He won't not try to save the remaining captives. (He uses B.A.'s broad shoulders to pull himself up into a crouch behind him.)
"Ready."
And when the bike swings, he leaps.
Unlike the other man, his body mass is not enough. So he uses the momentum given to its fullest. Ah, yes, all the things he's practiced since boot camp, all put into practice.
... he likes you, B.A. He likes you!
With what the kedan have been doing, two bodies already lifeless on the ground, he doesn't think he has to stay non-lethal... and, yet. These people believe something. Killing them for that alone feels strange, unwelcome, with the kind of mindset the turtle's head is putting him into.
But he won't not fight.
He won't not try to save the remaining captives. (He uses B.A.'s broad shoulders to pull himself up into a crouch behind him.)
"Ready."
And when the bike swings, he leaps.
Unlike the other man, his body mass is not enough. So he uses the momentum given to its fullest. Ah, yes, all the things he's practiced since boot camp, all put into practice.
Right here, and right now.
The rhythm of a fight is its own peace.