The hail of bullets hammered into Arrowhawk's chest. Unable to move to evade due to the impact damage from them hitting him bullet-proof vest, he was left reeling and gasping for breath. Can't... go down... Can't let them win.
Then he saw Knieval's first coming round towards his face. "Well, guess you couldn't take me on your own," smirked Arrowhawk, before the blow hit him between the eyes, smashing him unconscious to the ground, bow falling from his limp fingers.