The look on Midnighter's face is frozen in absolute glee as this huge dude barrels toward him. Jacques-Pierre, the poor soul he was helping load a gun, scrambles away immediately, but Midnighter is just excited. A fight, finally a fight, and it's with a huge fucking dude who probably wants to tear his head off. Amazing.

He puts his fists up, but doesn't read for his weapons, the pike lying at his feet, the hammer at his belt. If fucking Roman Reigns over here is gonna go bare-fisted, so will Midnighter. "Let's go, cowboy."