[Falcon stepped forward a little, putting himself between Sander and his target. He had expected to find his double, Blood Falcon. But he wasn't prepared for what he found instead. Falcon's expression of rage, changed to one of shock as he looked upon this twisted, mutilated version of himself. As much as he hated Blood, he couldn't keep the slight inflection of concern and, almost sympathy, from entering his voice.]
What happened to you? [He asked rhetorically, eyeing the weapon that replaced his double's arm.]