[Hannibal hisses as the blood covers and burns his hand, widening his eyes like he did not expect it to be so. He doesn't cry out, but he does back away as the Hulk shifts. He knows running will not help, does not want to run at this moment: he needs this to end exactly this way.
But a sane man would run. So Hannibal keeps stumbling backward, wears an expression that says this has gone awry, that Bruce was supposed to die before he could change. He nearly trips, keeps his feet only just barely, and turns to run through the door, barely clearing it into the hall before the Hulk rams through behind him. He turns at that point, several feet away. After all, there's no reason not to minimize damage to the rest of the ship.
It's not an expression of bravery or of nobility. Hannibal lets fear into his face, head craned up to stare at the giant green rage monster he cannot hope to combat. He lets it look like fear has turned his legs to ice, to jelly. The rest of him will follow suit soon.]
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But a sane man would run. So Hannibal keeps stumbling backward, wears an expression that says this has gone awry, that Bruce was supposed to die before he could change. He nearly trips, keeps his feet only just barely, and turns to run through the door, barely clearing it into the hall before the Hulk rams through behind him. He turns at that point, several feet away. After all, there's no reason not to minimize damage to the rest of the ship.
It's not an expression of bravery or of nobility. Hannibal lets fear into his face, head craned up to stare at the giant green rage monster he cannot hope to combat. He lets it look like fear has turned his legs to ice, to jelly. The rest of him will follow suit soon.]