Well that's it, I'm running out of ideas, what do I do now? D=
[It seemed Blood wasn't quite as thrown off as Falcon had first thought, and he was unprepared ready for another attack. He wasn't fast enough to completely move aside, but like a reflex action his hands darted out, grabbing hold of the cyborg's arm below the point of the weapon's attachment.
Probably not the best idea, as the blade inched closer towards his shoulder, but it was an opportunity. Wrestling the arm away from him with both hands, Falcon began to twist it, moving it unnaturally. It didn't matter whether Blood could feel it, that wasn't his goal. Cyborg or not, flesh could tear, bone could break and metal joints could be wrenched out of place.
It would take practically all his strength, but he had done it before, and if he could do it again, and disable the weapon, he'd have the advantage.]