He went with the yank on his sleeve. It did put his head in a more dangerous territory, but it would move him into a better position to move in.

The cross connected solidly and rocked his head. Bullseye staggered around as he cut his own sleeve instead of Vesper's hand.

Bullseye growled. His head was spinning, but he had an idea of where the hero was in comparison to him. He launched himself at Vesper.

It wasn't a long distance, but the closeness would allow him just enough reach to shove one of his knives at the vulnerable spot.