[Just as the Soldier thinks he's pushed far enough to put the imposter out of reach, a hand snares in the fabric of his shirt and sends both of them tumbling down. Or up. The change in orientation doesn't give him much of a chance to turn midair and instead keeps his grip tight on his assailant.
Fine. He'll drown you first.
He hits the water and stays just as locked onto Sam as before, dragging him down deeper into the diving pool. For a moment, there's a bone-deep instinct to kick, to push to the top- his neck pressed to the side of a shattered glass lid, looking down into crimson water- but the Soldier fights it as he holds his breath.]
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Fine. He'll drown you first.
He hits the water and stays just as locked onto Sam as before, dragging him down deeper into the diving pool. For a moment, there's a bone-deep instinct to kick, to push to the top- his neck pressed to the side of a shattered glass lid, looking down into crimson water- but the Soldier fights it as he holds his breath.]