There was a spray of blood from Vertigo's nose as she fell back, Remy successfully tackling her down. The smack was hard enough to get her robotic hand to have an unintentional reflex, dropping the gun and leaving her weaponless apart from the array of things on her toolbelt. She could have stabbed him... sure, she could have, but right now her head was spinning and her face ached and she could taste blood dripping from her nose and onto her lip.
"What, you don't want to fight me until I kick you in the balls, Remy? What's that?" She spat blood in his face. "You going to fuck me before you hurt me like last time? Is that what you're going to do?"