[@Bright_Ops][@WiseDragonGirl][@Terminal]

[i]As the smoke cleared, Donny could be seen tearing his overcoat off. It mostly covered his legs, so it had taken the shard bolt. As the coat tumbled away, end over end, Donny was left wearing a crimson button up shirt with suspenders. He absolutely bristled with weapons, various handles and other black leather compartments.
A dark blood stain was slowly spreading down his side. Donny could have wondered how he endured the wound through his bulletproof vest, but at the moment he was intent on finishing off Andy and Fortune.

He might have tried to shoot them then and there, yet...

Something in the area was warping his mind, solidifying his calm bloodlust into a stronger, more visceral urge which overrided his common sense.
He holstered his revolver, let his hands drop to his sides, and began floating towards the medic and knight. His lazy eyes gleamed almost red, gloved fingers flexing in anticipation. In this plane where mind mastered matter, the killer had taken over the professional. In moments he'd be within reach of the duo, tensing for attack.[/i]

"Well, well. Awll of a sudden, Ah 'spose Ah'd like tah see yah blood up close. Be a dawll an' hold still..."