Faelan's rebellious nature enjoyed the confrontation, Sam's irritation almost felt like fuel. If he wasn't being flung through the portal by Shula's bleeding hand he might have squared off against the group. He landed on some soft grass, but also the hard leather of his sword's sheath. It dug in as he landed on it awkwardly, but he was more concerned about the gunshots. The familiar sting of a gunshot planted itself firmly in his arm, but not nearly like he would have thought it would. Twisting around on the ground, he could see Sam holding onto Shula, his arm sticking through the portal as some of the other guards attempted to pull her back in. Whipping out his gun, he aimed towards the portal's edge. Firing a single round, he watched as the part of the portal that was still part brick wall faltered under the bullet. A crack spread to the nearby runes, and with one of them broken, the portal quickly started to close. It almost seemed like slow motion, as he watched Sam's face change from anger to panic as he realized what was happening.<br/><br/>With a loud pop, the portal was almost instantly closed. The half of Sam's arm that had been gripping Shula's leg remained, but not attached to the rest of the angry pencil pusher. Everything seemed so quiet without the siren's, the gunshots and the yelling. A soft wind blew through the trees surrounding them, the quiet whistling of the leaves seemingly calm. But the air was different here. He could feel the difference in the environment, just the presence of magic. Everything looked like a normal forest but he was already on guard, his heart still beating from the firing squad and sirens just moments ago. Looking down at his arm he expected to see a large amount of blood, the typical gunshot wound. But to his surprise there wasn't any blood, no hole. His skin didn't even look irritated. Looking over at Shula he realized he wasn't the one to get shot. He must have been feeling the shot in HER arm. "You doing okay over there?"