Gen had had his back turned to her, not thinking she'd bother to bring a gun..let alone own one. He was expecting a frightened little girl with possibly a butter knife for self defense...and looky looky...she had a gun with silver bullets.<br/><br/>He figured out the silver part as they dug in to his shoulder and lower stomach, three shots hit before he thought to start dodging.<br/><br/>A feral snarl echoed from his mouth as he bared fangs at her and turned, vanishing as he seemed to fly across the roof, disappearing as his form dropped off the other side, in to her backyard.<br/><br/>He ran over to the back fence, crouching in the corner as his claws went to dig out the bullet in his side. It was rather freaking painful and he duly noted to remember that she had a nice gun...and knew how to shoot it. Damnit all...ow!<br/><br/>His head was down while he worked on his stomach, not thinking that she'd bother to follow him...not thinking that she'd find him anywhere in sight.