They both are. No one could blame Punchy for shedding tears for the beating he's undergoing, but that's a fallacious attribution of his weeping. Every time her blows are too much for his balance, he falls to his knees and gets back up. He feels something pop in his knee. Both eyes are red as rubies. The cut across his brow opens up again and blood leaks down and merges with the streams from his nose and lips.

He hears a countdown, three, two, one...Something goes off. He takes a stuttering step back, trying to evade her latest blow.

"Felicity!" he says, sparing her the nicknames and epithets in this moment of truth.

The number on his watch still says 550. It blinks green at him. He thrusts his wrist out at Felicity so she can check it. So he can check hers.