The Venom blast took Clint by surprise. It struck the chimney with a loud crack and brick toppled all over him with more than a little kinetic push. It knocked him down and for a loop. The slight sound of an electronic device short circuiting also cracked around. It came from his cloaking device, which had been disabled from the blast. Perfect.
A moment later, quite stunned and bruised, Clint pulled himself up and grabbed his bow. Son of a bitch. That had really hurt. His head was killing him, and side was pounding from the sheer amount of force that had struck it. Well, now it was his turn. He stood up and rapidly started standing a flurry of regular arrows her way while backing up.
He had no choice now. His cloaking was out. She could see him and he could see her. Her powers gave her the edge in close combat, and he was not about to give her that advantage.