[u]The large assault rifle is shattered, shrapnel spraying into The Preacher's side. Part of his mask is sheared off by a large peace that then lodges itself into his left eye, popping it in a spurt of blood. The Preacher pulls the Shrapnel out of his eye, taking what's left of the eye with it. Blood pours down his shattered mask as he pulls small bits of metal out of his left arm. He shows no signs of having felt the pain from the wound, most likely due to his current state of high.[/u] "[i]YOU FIGHT WELL, HEATHEN! A GOOD SON OF THE BULLET YOU WOULD MAKE IF NOT FOR YOUR WAYS![/i]" [u]He reloads the revolver, putting a single round in the chamber.[/u]