David slammed his fist into the grass his body shifting as he pushed himself off the ground, crimson leaking from his forehead.
The bullet that had hit him fell to the ground from split in his skull it had made. The bullet's top top smashed in……no doubt by David’s wonderfully hard forehead.

He staggered to his feet. 

"Wow....." He said his voice trailing off as he stumbled left and right. "That fly hit way....way....harder then my daddy does."

He down again to a knee. "Owie."