fuck yes!
[Falcon's cry rings in his ears, bellowing with the force of Hephaestus' hammer slamming against an anvil--the hint of a bittersweet smile working at the corners of his lips and the taste of copper present in the back of his throat. Sander could only hope that Blue Bird's blow was as mighty as that voice. The fabric of the bloodied yellow scarf scrunching softly under his fingers as he watches with anticipation.]