[u]Multiple bullets his his chest, tearing small holes in his body. A singular bullet collides with his guitar, ricochetting off of one of the strings. A sound so ear-piercingly loud that it even knocks Isole back erupts from his body, blowing three of his smaller speakers up with a pop. He stumbles back, almost losing his balance as the sound resounds for thirty miles around, breaking windows and anything made of glass. A crack appears in his protective layer on his eye.[/u]