"Impatient little twerp, ain't he?" Bloodshot said to himself as the echoes of the song faded into the ruined city around him. He stood leaning against the single remaining wall of a gas station not too far inside the town, out of sight of the bike and its rider. Apparently, the tanks underneath what used to be the stations pumps had managed to explode, taking half the building with them. Frak knows how that happened. All that was left now was a crater and the back wall of the station. "Well, I suppose it's time then."

He pushed off the wall and circled the crater, walking out into the main street. The other man would be able to see him now, clad all in black, the plates of his armor reflecting none of the light of the crimson sun. It was quite the contrast to his opponent's stark white garb. "Mordem... Maare." He enunciated each word clearly and separately, and loud enough for the other man to hear across the hundred or so meters that separated them. Not that there was any other noise to get in the way, now that he'd cut his music. "It really was very considerate of you to agree to meet me here." His voice came out of the mask with a distinct mechanical tone, and he turned to fully face the other man. "Most of my targets run and hide. Surround themselves with as many guards as they can get their hands on. It's annoying." He gripped a pistol with his right hand and pulled it free of its holster. "So thanks for that."

The pistol came up and his stance shifted in the same instant, knees bending in preparation for impending action and his torso twisting to push his right side forward and brace his shot. One hundred meters, one handed, with only fractions of a second to aim. Nearly impossible for an ordinary human, but for Bloodshot it was all but routine. If he wanted a challenge, he'd need a ricochet or two thrown in for starters, then... ooh, a ricochet. Now there's an idea... Could be fun. Then again... Nah. Let's just see what this guy's capable of first.

He squeezed the trigger as soon as the pistol lined up with the other man's heart and the report echoed through the deserted buildings as the armor piercing tracer round sped towards its target. After all, the bounty never said they wanted him alive.