[Shock dulled that first shot, so the second one strikes particularly painful. He makes a strangled sort of sound as he attempts, but does not truly succeed, at biting back the noise. His arm completely gives out and sends him backward, grunting at the pressure of that boot. He makes a few attempts to move his arm, but the wrist pretty much shattered, any hope of using his fingers is lost.
Yet, with what breath he's not choking up he still turns into a messy, wet laugh. The wounds are indeed burning in the most unholy of ways. He's struggling to keep his Noah invoked.] Still pretty far up there. Especially if she knew it was coming.