Rat looked at his hand, and wiggled the fingers he had remaining. He almost lost his grip on the weapon in the process, but he grabbed it again and even twirled it nimbly around his wrist. "I've got three more." He put a smirk back on his face. It was as though he hadn't just been trying to keep himself together a moment ago.

But he sniffed with derision at Hawkeye's accusation. "And you think you can, looking like that? What's your plan for this arena? Run around and patch up all of your opponents until time runs out?"