Bullseye jukes his legs to the left to avoid the kneecapping, though his right gets grazed by Clint's right foot. The blow is painful, but not unmanageably so.
Growling through gritted teeth, Bullseye's upper body swings around in a counterbalance, only now the large knife is now poised over the other man's gut. If he moved five inches, it would be embedded in Hawkeye's leg instead, and although he doesn't want to kill him... yet... Lester starts to cackle at the irony.
Clinty-boy shoulda just taken the knife in the shoulder.
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