[He’s running on pure adrenaline by now. He’s used to getting the wind knocked out of him, both before and after he died. When he’s out of ideas he usually lets his muscle memory kick in… it has never failed him.]

‘hat? You got the laser-beams eye thing too? Aren’t ya the whole package?

Since she isn’t backing away he can tell there’s... something up, especially since she’s already said she’s invulnerable. That explains why he’s hardly surprised when the blade does little to nothing against the skin of her arm. The blood on his face doesn’t even let him see well, but he doesn’t need to see her to try to punch that pretty face.]