James grunted when he hit the floor hard and he struggled with Natasha on his back. The gun was knocked from his hand but he didn't worry about that. His eyes narrowed at the man before him when more memories of a dead man swarmed in his mind. Getting his arms underneath of him he snarled wordlessly as he pushed himself up and tried to fling Natasha off of his back. He tugged one of his many knives three and lunged at the man in the spangly outfit, his eyes lost and confused, wild almost as if he were a cornered animal.