That barrage of bullets was not what the man had hoped for, and the source, his opponent was rushing for him. He was dressed in black, but in this night tonight it would not be as effective. Still, the man came for him and he took his chances, waiting out the approach of his adversary. The moment he gauged the wild firing was within range, he leaped from his hiding spot, eyes sparking from over an upturned black collar and one hand outstretched for the weapon, the other holding his own black weapon, though he did not fire.