[@Shadow Dragon][@Letmehaveone2][@Allycat][@unicorgi]

Yes, pain shot through Johns arm when it broke and yes, he had a brief urge to retreat and rub it in agony. The ability to feel pain was a gift bestowed upon all humans, after all, but the luxury to react to this pain was not one afforded to anyone in the world John was from, unless they wanted to live beneath someone elses boot all their life. But what Bastard did?

So when the fist hit John in the jaw following his arm breaking, he jumped back but fell on his feet, but didn't scream, didn't make a sound, didn't even touch his arm. He stood with the same aggressive look in his eye as before, and the only sign he was injured was the snapping sound before. Most people, even the tweakers, stopped when they were cut open vertically, but for some reason not this guy who resembled Azrael. He hadn't been lied to: these people had some kind of supernatural abilities, but surely they could still be killed.

So John drew his S&W Revolver lightning quick (a feat to make any wild west gunman gawk in amazement), but refrained from shooting it, as he knew his aim would be affected when the woman let out a bright burst of light and the ground burst into a small crater. Wings shot from her back. When he was in his teens, Mustang tasked him with digging up the past by reading old books on history, science, mythology, etc. He never considered any of the creatures in these books could be real...until now. Could this woman be...a valkyrie?