Majima interprets the aggressive approach as the wind-up to a punch and braces himself accordingly. For a moment, the flash of light makes him think he has been punched. He hisses in shock and reels backwards.

"Sonnuva bitch," he howls, clasping a hand over his eye. He expects the burning afterimage of the flash lingers far longer than is comfortable. As it fades, the world around him doesn't come back into focus --replaced instead by smears of shadows and the barest suggestions of light.

This is when panic starts to set in. He continues rubbing at his eye. "No, no, no. No.. You motherfucker."