Bullseye looked less than satisfied with the hit. In fact, he looked even angrier, but he couldn't do anything else. He never went down easy. It wasn't until he was incapacitated or brain dead that he ever actually stopped. He was damn near close to that point, but damned if he was going to let this bitch watch.

"That's the thing," he hissed, "There IS no catch. I thought that was fuckin' golden at first but now I get it. You feel sorry for me. You pity me. And that only pisses me off!" One hand slowly grazed over his belt as he spoke, brushing over a series of compartments for weaponry. So tempting.

"And that's what I hate about you people."