Xitco roared as the man forced out of his arms, and immediately got his handgun, reeling backwards as gunfire sliced the air. "Wait, so we aren't really that immortal?" he yelled at the fox, suddenly worried for his own safety. As the kitsune nodded he gulped a surppressed growl. His face and hands inched out of the doorway and he shot directly into the target he was after. The lead cut through his skin under his heart and shattered a rib. The squeamish crunch was a reassurance tithe feline as he pulled into safety again. "Dammint Kitty!" he said aloud, pulling her into the shadow and he guarded her with his large body, tails swaying over the wooden floor. He leaned forward again and hoped to god Trystan now knew which damn gun was loaded.