The bullet hit him squarely in the gut, and bounced off the armor he was wearing under the illusion of his modern clothing. He smirked, and then reached for the bottle of whiskey as the illusion dissolved, showing his armor, and that he had drawn his revolver, and its shot would NOT be slowed by wood. "A pity, I was too."<br/><br/>He fired two shots, one into his gut to hold him still and the second into his arm to make him drop the weapon. He then poured himself a drink, before leaning forward and using a touch of healing to keep the major from bleeding out. "So, one minute and counting. Care to place wagers?"<br/><br/>He tossed the whiskey back, and enjoyed the flavor before swallowing, and then standing up. "A pleasure meeting you, Major Larrin. I hope we meet again on a proper battlefield. I will TRY to avoid killing more than I have to, but that is entirely up to the soldiers."<br/><br/>He paused at the door, and pulled out the arm and leg pieces, carefully strapping them on, and then wrapping himself in an illusion of shadows, still human shaped, before opening the door and stepping out. He then had the shadows surge to the side like he was diving, to throw off the snipers, and got ready to just cut loose.