He tried to reroute the attack. Vesper knew the assassin saw something. He let go of the sleeve to grab the man's wrist.

He did achieve it, but his next move stopped when he felt a knife plunge into his side.

Vesper screamed in pain. Not that he allowed the assassin to hear it. A silence bubble went up to cover that sound. And to silence the litany of Portuguese cussing he gave.

He put his right hand up by Bullseye's head. He cocked his hand. This time the concussive sonic blast fired.