Bullseye staggered to the side as his good arm thrust through thin air. His other arm was heavily injured from a deep gash, but he used it to steady his balance.

"The f..."

He spun around on one foot, facing Raven. Oh piss. So she could do that fancy little trick too? "I'll get over it and..." His words didn't finished as this only made his head throb even more, making all the other injuries five times as painful.

Instead of finishing his sentence, he wheezed. He hunched over, knees almost buckling. His expression twisted into one of sheer hatred, not due to her specifically, but because of the situation he was now in. He couldn't do anything.