Paul didn't care to dodge the bullet. He bit down hard on his cigarette as the bullet pireced through his leg. He turned towards Fire spitting his cigarette out. "Ah....did I strike a nerve....." Paul kneeled down laughing and checked his wound. He was bleeding a bit and probably needed someone to attend to it before it gets to infected. He limped into the hut ignoring Fire. Paul's not a fan of arguments so he just brushed it off.