That hurt.

The bullet that passed right through him hurt, probably a pain on the same level of being hit by a battering ram powered by a tank. There was a white hot point of pain from the entry point, and around that injury, his body burned with an invigorating sensation part way between pain and pleasure. It warmed him from head to toe, sending shivers down his spine, and for a moment, as Marzia dragged him to safety, the boy was in rapture, between heaven and hell. Then, the reality of the situation hit, and Zeal grimaced, unzipping his coat to take a look at his injury. The hole was clean, but it was still enough to get his undershirt bloodied. His teeth chattering in a sudden spasm as he peeled up his shirt, Zeal sighed, then regreted the torso movement that came along with such an action, hissing as another bolt of pain burst from within him.

Bring out a piece of bread from his pocket and taking a bite of the stale piece, the Gemstone forced himself to chew as he murmured another line from a certain fairy tale, directing the backlash onto the railing of the staircase. As his injuries closed and the railing disintegrated, he poked the newly closed hole, before saying, as if the whole 'getting shot' thing wasn't much of a big deal, [b]“Well, Mary, what do [i]you[/i] think?
We COULD just use our half dead skeleton as a meatshield, or we COULD jailbreak a gang of angry delinquent espers ...or you can get off your lazy ass and do your magic thing.”[/b]

With a quick check on his watch, Zeal smiled.[b] “It's 2:41PM. No students should be out on the streets yet.”[/b]