[The bullet strikes Charity squarely in the chest, and it does penetrate- a fine spray of blood confirms that- but, apart from a step slightly backward to absorb the impact, he doesn't seem to suffer any ill effects. His smile just grows wider, as the wound vanishes in a crackle of red light.]
Would you like to try again?
[His voice is saccharine, and about as condescending as it is possible for a person to be.]
no subject
Would you like to try again?
[His voice is saccharine, and about as condescending as it is possible for a person to be.]