[He does not regret opening fire even for a second. Sure, it is probably suicide to fire on Millions Knives of all people, but maybe he's justified in being a bit cocky when he knows their powers are dampened. He knows Vash's are, he certainly can't heal as quickly as he used to, and neither can Wolfwood himself for that matter. And though he feels a little twinge of disappointment initially at the way he uses his knives to block the shots...he immediately perks when a few of the last don't ping audibly off the metal.
He watches, wide-eyed, as they pierce straight through his leg. He hits him, watches blood splatter onto a nearby tree, and for a moment can only feel elation for having actually struck true. So he can bleed. He CAN be hurt. He isn't so invincible as he'd like the world to believe him to be.
It does not last long.
He starts to jump backwards, swinging the Punisher in front of himself to block those snake-like metallic tendrils from slapping him in the face. One of them ricochets off the flat of the gun. Another whiffs past him with such speed he can feel the air being sliced inches from his body. A third wraps around and around the top end of the cross, forcing Wolfwood to try and plant his feet in the snow to keep from getting thrown down onto his ass. A valiant effort, but...the other three do not miss.
The fourth tendril slashes harshly across Wolfwood's side, ripping open his blazer with an angry spray of blood that cascades over the snow. The fifth he just barely ducks out of the way of, but not fast enough to avoid a gash sliced neatly across his cheek in a second lance of pain.
The sixth? It wraps around Wolfwood's ankle, looping around it several times. He hasn't been thrown onto the ground yet, but...Nai could easily lift Wolfwood up off the ground by his leg, if he had the mind to do so.]
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He watches, wide-eyed, as they pierce straight through his leg. He hits him, watches blood splatter onto a nearby tree, and for a moment can only feel elation for having actually struck true. So he can bleed. He CAN be hurt. He isn't so invincible as he'd like the world to believe him to be.
It does not last long.
He starts to jump backwards, swinging the Punisher in front of himself to block those snake-like metallic tendrils from slapping him in the face. One of them ricochets off the flat of the gun. Another whiffs past him with such speed he can feel the air being sliced inches from his body. A third wraps around and around the top end of the cross, forcing Wolfwood to try and plant his feet in the snow to keep from getting thrown down onto his ass. A valiant effort, but...the other three do not miss.
The fourth tendril slashes harshly across Wolfwood's side, ripping open his blazer with an angry spray of blood that cascades over the snow. The fifth he just barely ducks out of the way of, but not fast enough to avoid a gash sliced neatly across his cheek in a second lance of pain.
The sixth? It wraps around Wolfwood's ankle, looping around it several times. He hasn't been thrown onto the ground yet, but...Nai could easily lift Wolfwood up off the ground by his leg, if he had the mind to do so.]