The reflected bless attack barely hurts, thankfully, but Falcon bristles, already shooting forward for another attempt- only skidding to a halt when Amada disappeares-

-and twists around as Amada reappears behind him, as if nothing had happened. He jumps back, arms raised, even though he knows gun won't work.

"You-!" he snarls, furious at the amusement, but forces himself to concentrate, calling forth Loki with a growl. "Debilitate!"