There's only an initial need to fend off the tail with the shield, it's punishing attack quick to push Blake back upon impact. But it doesn't break through the shield, and as more and more of Dick's intervention takes place, the creature it pushed back and away. The countdown ends and with a great noise, the scorpion blows apart into three-dimensional pixels that spread across the ground, blink a few times, and then disappear.

Rubbing at his ear on the side of the explosion and gunfire, Blake moves his jaw around like it's going to ward away the ringing (which, coincidentally, resides behind the water annoyingly hanging out in his ear).

"Ah, nice shot," he says, moving forward to the spot to finish his next round. "Be careful," Blake adds, "and maybe we can bring this home with both of us alive..." No thanks to Blake, really.