The mysterious object landed in Bullseye's outstretched hand, revealing itself to the two women in full splendor. It was a gorgeously decorated straight sword, its blade slightly wider and shorter than the average weapon of its kind.
The sword's aesthetic featured a harmonious blend of steel, gold, and rich red hues. Its pommel bore an intricately carved representation of a feathery beast's head, adding an air of mystique to the already remarkable weapon. Along the blade, golden lightning danced in mesmerizing patterns.
Black Cat and Domino exchanged a wary glance as they beheld this breathtaking spectacle, their expressions growing increasingly cautious. The sword emanated an aura of otherworldly power, and both women understood that such enchanted artifacts often harbored immense danger within them.
Bullseye, ever the showman, couldn't resist a self-assured smirk in response to their apprehensive reactions. "Your instincts are sharp. I'll give you two that much," he conceded, brandishing the ornate sword with a flourish, the blade spinning gracefully in his skilled hands.
"But it's too late to back down now," he taunted as the golden lightning, which had previously graced the sword's blade, now encircled his own form, crackling with malevolent energy. "Not that it was an option in the first place," he declared, charging forward with lethal intent, the sword gleaming as he closed in on Black Cat.
As Bullseye closed in, Black Cat's reflexes kicked into high gear. She leaped backward, putting a safe distance between herself and the charging assassin.
Meanwhile, Domino didn't remain idle either. She fired several well-aimed bullets at the rooftop's floor. The bullets struck with a resounding impact, causing them to ricochet unpredictably and speed toward Bullseye.
Domino's unique power, the manipulation of luck, came into play as Bullseye, once again, found himself tripping over an invisible obstacle.
The bullets, seemingly guided by an invisible hand, veered toward him.
In a turn of events that defied physics, it seemed that the bullets would find their mark as Bullseye stumbled to the ground, his balance utterly lost.
However, despite his precarious position, Bullseye's remarkable reflexes seemed more logic-defying than Domino's miraculous bullets. With the sword moving with a fluidity that defied belief, he deftly intercepted the incoming bullets, deflecting them with the blade's deadly precision.
As agile as an acrobat, Bullseye landed gracefully on one hand, executing a somersault that brought him back to his feet. His movements were more reminiscent of a seasoned performer than a remorseless assassin, and his eerie calmness in the face of danger only added to the mystique surrounding him.
Domino's frown deepened as she observed Bullseye's uncanny movement. It was a puzzling display that defied explanation. She couldn't help but voice her surprise to Black Cat.
"That's... new," Domino remarked, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern as she turned her gaze toward her agile adversary. "Did he just copy your movement?" she inquired, her eyes locked on the enigmatic assassin.
Black Cat, usually confident and self-assured, appeared equally bewildered by Bullseye's actions. She shook her head in response to Domino's question. "No... even I wouldn't be able to do what he just did," she admitted, her voice tinged with a note of disbelief. "Not so easily, anyway," she added with a slight grimace, clearly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.
Bullseye, on the other hand, seemed quite content to allow the two women their discussion. In fact, he appeared almost amused by their perplexity.
For an assassin of his caliber, deflecting Domino's erratic projectiles was a feat within his skill set, thanks to his exceptional depth perception. It allowed him to turn even the most innocuous objects into deadly weapons.
But even for a martial arts master like Bullseye, executing such acrobatic maneuvers in the midst of a precarious battle situation would be considered highly improbable. It defied the laws of physics and human capability. Even professional gymnasts would not think of doing something like this.
Noticing the doubt in Domno and Black Cat's eyes, Bullseye couldn't help but wear a confident smirk on his face. It was the cocky grin of a man who believed he held all the cards, even in the face of two formidable opponents.
"Seeing as you're about to die, the least I can do is explain what's going on..." he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. He lifted the mysterious sword, its intricately decorated blade glinting in the moonlight. It was a weapon that defied explanation, a mystical enigma that had fallen into his possession.
"It's this thing here," he continued, brandishing the sword as if it were a prized trophy. "I don't know what the hell it is or where it came from, but I found it when those crazy aliens landed in New Mexico and made a mess of things," he explained, pausing for a moment to gauge the reactions of the two women before him.
Black Cat and Domino remained stoic, their expressions revealing nothing as they listened to Bullseye's ramblings. The two women had already realized they were no match for the current Bullseye, so they were happy to let him waste time with his monologues.
"All I know is that whenever I'm holding this thing," Bullseye continued, his voice oozing with overconfidence, "I feel like I can even fight a god and come out on top..." he boasted, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous fervor.
Domino's annoyance was palpable as she responded to Bullseye's admission. "So, the dangerous lunatic got a dangerous magical weapon..." she muttered, clearly frustrated by the turn of events. Her disdain for the situation was evident in her tone.
Black Cat chimed in, sharing Domino's exasperation. "I know, right?" she quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Dangerous weapons always find their way into the wrong hands," she added with a shake of her head, her eyes focused on the sword-wielding assailant.
Bullseye, undeterred by their banter, maintained his sinister smile. "Is that so?" he taunted, lowering his posture as he prepared for another attack. "The sword feels just right in my hand, though!" he exclaimed excitedly, his manic grin revealing his enthusiasm for the battle ahead.
With a swift motion, Bullseye lunged forward, sword in hand, ready to strike. The rooftop battleground crackled with tension as the two women readied themselves for the impending clash.
In an instant, Bullseye closed the gap between himself and Black Cat, his sword poised for a lethal strike. Black Cat's instincts kicked in, and she attempted to step back to evade the deadly blade.
Despite her superior speed, Bullseye's movements were impeccable and devoid of flaws. He relied on technique to overcome his inherent lack of speed, and the tip of his sword came dangerously close to Black Cat's throat.
It seemed as though Black Cat's fate was sealed, the blade mere inches from her skin, when a blur of movement suddenly materialized. A figure appeared out of nowhere, colliding with Bullseye's shoulder with tremendous force.
The impact sent Bullseye hurtling through the air in the nick of time. His body seemed destined to sail off the rooftop, but he displayed remarkable agility, adjusting his position and grabbing onto the roof's parapet, arresting his momentum. Without hesitation, he executed a graceful flip and landed on his feet, his eerie composure never wavering.
Gathering himself after the abrupt interruption, Bullseye fixed his gaze on the newcomer, a man dressed in a dark suit. There was something oddly familiar about this stranger, a nagging feeling that eluded Bullseye's grasp. "You are...?" he inquired, his brow furrowing with uncertainty.
The man, Evan, couldn't suppress a smile at Bullseye's confusion. "It's been a while, Lester," he remarked, deliberately emphasizing the name.
Recognition flickered in Bullseye's eyes, and he swiftly identified the man standing before him."So you survived the fire, eh? You really are one persistent bastard..." Bullseye commented with a chuckle, acknowledging Evan's resilience in the face of adversity.
Domino couldn't help but wear a puzzled expression. "You know this guy?" she queried, moving to Evan's side to get a closer look at Bullseye.
Evan responded with an indifferent shrug. "I wouldn't say we're well-acquainted," he started, a hint of irritation in his tone. "I had to question this guy about Kingpin's ties to a terrorist group after Daredevil sent them both to prison," Evan explained, his frustration seeping into his words.
"Still, he's so full of shit I only managed to squeeze his first name out of him before he set the entire prison on fire and ran off," he finished, his grimace reflecting his deep-seated contempt for the man standing before him.