Zane saw the shots coming, so his training kicked in and he swung the buster sword with Grace, cutting one of the bullets in half while the other found it's way into his right shoulder. Blood trickled from the wound and mixed with his sweat, which dripped onto the ground. He sheathed his blade onto his back and drew LionHeart, holding it with his prostetic arm. "With all that tech, do you consider yourself still human?" He asked the cowboy