[A matter of time, but Giovanni moves in quickly, takes little notice of the descending blade because there's no need to fear, no need for concern, not when his body heals in the blink of an eye, lickity-split, pain such a transient thing for him that he barely acknowledges it. His design, the way he's made-- it leaves him with a tendency to go through rather than around, doesn't need to evade injury the way an ordinary human would.
At least, under usual circumstances.
As such, the machete comes down heavy and quick, knocked off course by Julius' counter yes but not deflected entirely, slams into Giovanni's side just as the Dog raises a pistol, fires point-blank into the man's horrified face with a clatter of animal laughter. The rebel falls, drops like a deadweight to the ground as the last of the life goes out of him and Giovanni takes one step back, two--
--and a wave of sick dizziness hits him, the continuation of pain that should already have receded making his head reel. He glances down at himself, at the blood spreading slick and dark from his wounds, at the lack of smoke, flesh that ought to be knitting itself shut still spliced open and bleeding. His face-- it's a picture of panicked surprise. He staggers back then, utters a kicked-dog sound of pain and surprise, sinks suddenly to his knees.]
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At least, under usual circumstances.
As such, the machete comes down heavy and quick, knocked off course by Julius' counter yes but not deflected entirely, slams into Giovanni's side just as the Dog raises a pistol, fires point-blank into the man's horrified face with a clatter of animal laughter. The rebel falls, drops like a deadweight to the ground as the last of the life goes out of him and Giovanni takes one step back, two--
--and a wave of sick dizziness hits him, the continuation of pain that should already have receded making his head reel. He glances down at himself, at the blood spreading slick and dark from his wounds, at the lack of smoke, flesh that ought to be knitting itself shut still spliced open and bleeding. His face-- it's a picture of panicked surprise. He staggers back then, utters a kicked-dog sound of pain and surprise, sinks suddenly to his knees.]