His teeth clicked together with enough force to make him wonder - absently - if she'd chipped one of them as pain exploded on one side of his face.
"Fuck!" It was lucky for Remy that he was wearing a cup, but it still hurt. It took quite a lot for Remy to get angry but when it happened, it was a very bad sign. Reigning back his temper (and only partially succeeding), Remy slammed his head forward, headbutting Vertigo squarely in the nose.
He used the force of the movement to surge upwards, smacking aside the hand with the gun and trying to wrestle her back down. She'd succeeding in pissing him off. Was she trying to lose her other hand? "This ain't laughing."