Midnight stared down the arrow with disdain, unconcerned with whatever effect it was capable of doing. Safe with the assurance that Dieselpunk would be the shield and himself the sword, their ability to work as a single mind was uncanny. As expected, the arrow struck the metallic body of his partner and Midnight responded in kind as the effects of the concussive arrow was contained bt Diesels sacrifice to protect her friend.

[i]Friend..[/i] the notion was unfamiliar to the Villain, accustomed to being alone. Seperated from cautious individuals by virtue of their innate distrust. 

With the force of the arrowhead blocked out, Midnight was already in motion as a series of small bursts from the vent on his back and hands propelled him through the air, negligible uses of his mass turned to pure acceleration.
Of course the Archer would run. Sacrificing himself to draw the villains away from his injured friends, hoping, praying, that the Archers skills would be enoigh to evade pursuit on himself.

Childish bravado was infuriating.

10% mass burst from his back vents, propelling the metallic exoskeleton of Midnight faster than a mere Archer could walk. When Midnights feet touched to the ground, sliding across the pavement in a low crouch, he would be blockng off the escape route to the buildings with his left hand outstretched.

"5%!" Unlike the highly concentrated beam that had injured the hawk girl, this projectile was a sphere the size of a mans fist. Flying from Midnights purple glowing hand it would detonate in proximity of the Archer.