It was at that exact same moment that Black Shadow shot the energy whip from his fingers. It was, as it had always been, true to it's mark, binding Falcon's legs and arms tightly together. Black Shadow towered over him, in his full racing costume, cape horns... everything. His head was cocked to the side, having avoided the bullet, the hole of which was in the spot on a wall, where he had had his head a moment ago.

Black Shadow blinked in mild surprise. He reached up to one of his costumed horns and touched it, looking at his own fingers appraisingly. Flecks of black rubber fell from his hand to the floor as he rubbed his thumb over his fingertips. The bullet from the gun had grazed the side of his horn.

"Mmmm..." he said. "Well, now! I'm pleasantly surprised, Falcon. The way you'd never been able to kill me, I'd have thought hitting the broad side of a barn was beyond your capabilities! Why, if you hadn't closed your eyes, I might not be here talking to you now! Hahahaha..."