Dale raised his gauntlet too late, the bullets embedding themselves into the armor and almost into his chest. However, Dale still had a trick up his sleeve! His skin became tighter and harder in an instant, imagining the armor of his opponent. In seconds, his skin and bone had become Vic's armor's level of physical resistance, but twice over. It would stop the bullets from entering his chest, but he was still blown backwards, nearly into the water as the axe parts returned to his hand. His chest was a mess, burnt and shriveled, steaming with smoke and smelling of charred flesh. Dale bit his tongue, turning his now reloaded SMG to where Vic was on the ground.