[i]Reaching to his utility belt he whipped out his weapon of choice. A boomerang. 

"You better bugger' off, mate!" He shouted loudly. "Or by god, I'll blind yer', you piece of filth!"[/i]

Eobard smirked. He didn't slow down, but rather snatched the Boomerang from Digger's hand, skidding to a halt and creating a second sonic boom as he rapidly decelrated. The Red and Black negative speed force energy that had become his skin and his eponymous suit gave him a sort of monstrous visage, to some, but all Digger probably saw was an Evil Flash, which, some would say, was true, but in reality he was ruthless, and determined to utterly destroy The Flash. He waved the boomerang almost tauntingly as the vortex didn't dissipate, rather it held its shape, almost like a tornado. Eobard sauntered over, keeping the boomerang ever waving in his hands. 

"Hello, Digger. Fancy seeing you here. I take it Snart kicked you out, or you wouldn't be here. You know where I'm from, George? I'm from the future. And do you know what kind of mark you make, George?" Here, Reverse-Flash moved with the speed he was known for, appearing first behind him, then directly in his ear, then in front of him as he said his next speech. "You are-or [i]were[/i]-a Rogue. That won't mean anything in my time. You're a cockroach, a nobody in the annals of time. The mark you make on history is nonexistent. By the 25th century, Captain Boomerang is as forgotten as today's weather report. When all is said and done, [i]Harkness[/i], You. Don't. Matter." 

Eobard snapped the boomerang in half, and tossed the pieces at Digger's feet. Despite being known for being as fast as the Flash, people rarely recognized his other talent: Psychological warfare. He loved to get inside his adversary's head, see what makes them tick, and then show them their weaknesses. Digger was, in his estimation, a vain man, unable to see much past money, power, and legacy. Few realized he was a profiler in the 25th century before his obsession with time and saving Robern.