"Easily!" Was the boisterous reply, before he was jumping back again from the gun-- it took him a second to realize it wasn't even being aimed correctly, a second that had him wondering if Xigbar was aiming at a plane (that bastard!) or not.
Turned out to be the 'not.'
One barrage got deflected by a wave of the Gospel - good thing he liked to wear thick gloves - but a few hit wrong enough on the spear that they burned a nice hole right on his pants-leg. And leg. There was some furious cursing, yes, eyes squinting up at Xigbar; and then the pilot was hitting the deck behind a pretty impressive dynamite-fueled explosion. Three sticks of the stuff, thrown randomly (as in, to cover the enter airspace above him) in the air-- getting hit on the leg had definitely been worth it.