It was curious that she would go for the two pieces of metal on his body, or partial metal at least, that no one could see. Housed safely within the confines of Bloodshot's gauntlets, the blades did not rattle or go haywire as she had planned, they had no room for that and the exceptional craftsmaship of the technology prevented them from extending without a command to do so, but he did feel her power tugging at them. His eyes narrowed as his arms snapped back to his sides, fighting her control of his blades, and his mouth curled into a smile when he won. That was good. She couldn't control his weapons like she could other items. It was...<br/><br/>*MMMMP*<br/><br/>Proximity alarm. Buzzing against the back of his skull to indicate direction, speed, and size. It was a large object and moving fast, closing in directly behind him. With her attempt to control his weapons a failure, it seemed that she'd reverted to her more usual methods of attack and started throwing things at him. Probably a car. He launched himself into the air, arcing into a backflip that carried him well over the offending object with all the grace of an olympic gymnast and then some. He caught sight of the thing halfway through his maneuver. Yup, car. Predictable.<br/><br/>He landed in a half-crouch a few feet back from where he'd started, the car continuing on its course unimpeded, and his gun was in his hand in the literal blink of an eye, aimed and firing once again at the center of the girl's forehead.