*Vaseraga's head bounces a bit forwards when he's hit with the stream of bullets that hit the back of his helmet, though they fail to penetrate or even dent the armour, partly because it's strong, and partly because offing him in one go would be sad. He also lets Xan teeth on his gauntlet, because nothing short of a dragon bite could get through that. He stares daggers into Zeta, but loosens his grip slightly so he doesn't break her neck, and so she doesn't pass out from lack of oxygen.*
Vaseraga: So, whelp? Where have you hidden it?
Zeta: Go... spelunking up yer mum's arse... and you might find it... 
*Vaseraga tightens his grip again, this time intent on breaking her neck and finding out where she hid the item by himself. He would succeed, had her spear not pulled itself out of his arm and cut his wrists, because despite him not feeling pain, his nerves still need to be intact to work, so his hand spasms slightly before dropping Zeta. He still manages to kick her straight in the chest while she falls to the ground, however, and she flies off out of the fight. He then turns to face where the bullets came from, and huffs.*
Vaseraga: Girl, if you know what is best for you, you would put down that peashooter and tell your monkey friend to get off of my back.
*His scythe floats above Xan's head, ready to perform a murder stroke on her if Jillian doesn't comply.*