[ in the real, matt wasn't of much use when it came to combat. he was still too weak, still recuperating, trying to build back muscle, let alone relearn how to use it. but in the matrix, that's not the case.
plugging in is like stepping back into his old life. ( his old dream, matt corrects silently. ) he steps back into his old mask, takes a breath, feels the world around him humming to life, overwhelming for a brief moment before matt finds his focus. this, this is what he knows how to do. ripping husks apart with his bare hands and his billy club, that's something he's capable of.
something screams behind him, and matt straightens up, turns towards the sound as he tries to parse just what's making it, and if its something he should be heading towards. he gives himself a split second before launching into motion, billy club out, because plunging headlong into things is just what matt does. hope for the best, because that generally works out for him, dream or no, right? ]
matt murdock / matrix, open.
plugging in is like stepping back into his old life. ( his old dream, matt corrects silently. ) he steps back into his old mask, takes a breath, feels the world around him humming to life, overwhelming for a brief moment before matt finds his focus. this, this is what he knows how to do. ripping husks apart with his bare hands and his billy club, that's something he's capable of.
something screams behind him, and matt straightens up, turns towards the sound as he tries to parse just what's making it, and if its something he should be heading towards. he gives himself a split second before launching into motion, billy club out, because plunging headlong into things is just what matt does. hope for the best, because that generally works out for him, dream or no, right? ]