He hissed pain with every bullet that came out, but he did not turn back to her again, nor did he try to get away from her. Instead, he focused himself solely on the remaining bikers, finishing off the queue one at a time until she was done and there were none left. He sat in silence for a moment afterward, his eyes closed as if that would somehow help hasten his body's healing or his efforts to put his thoughts in order, and then, finally he sighed.

"Thank you," he managed, still exhausted in spite of the handful of lives he'd claimed.