The staff hit Terry square in the chest. It stung. A lot. There was enough force behind it to knock him off balance, but it wasn't anything new. He'd gone up against Stalker and survived, after all. He used his change of weighting to tumble backwards, coming up in a crouch. He then swung his leg out, hoping to knock Tim off balance with a sweep.

"I'm not trying to be Bruce." He snarled, "I'm my own league."