While Vash tries to get his gun, the rose hound gnaws uselessly on his arm, teeth scraping against the metal. It holds it off enough, but it beigns digging it's talons in a little deeper, one paw swiping at the metal arm as if it's trying to get it out of the way.

Wolfwood has both worse and better luck. The crimson maw digs and digs and digs further, it's a miracle Wolfwood doesn't come out of this missing a chunk. It doesn't have eyes or ears, so it doesn't know the danger it's in- not until the blast pratically beheads the thing. Blood and sap spill from the wound and it collapses, but Wolfwood will have to unhinge the jaws himself.