Upside the high powered rifle was down. Downside, the gunman had a backup, a Glock to be exact and if fired too close then it could do a ton of damage and hurt like a bitch.
The first shot he evaded by twisting on the ball of his foot, the second shot was also avoided by ducking however the third winged him. Straight across the side and Clint pulled in a sharp breath, knowing that whilst the bulletproofing in his uniform would take most of the damage when he peeled off the layers later that evening he'd have one hell of a bruise.
"Okay now you made me mad," he quipped as he twisted the staff and delivered a blow to the gunman's chin and followed this up by landing a substantial spinning kick to his chest which knocked him off his feet and onto his back. "Hey," he said to the woman he'd helped out earlier who by now had a gun in her hand. "You okay?