Will cried out involuntarily, the agony of the blow making his head spin. "Oh lord god almighty," he gasped, stumbling backwards, trying to grit his teeth and breathe through it but he'd gone pale and clammy as he turned side on to the Sheriff to protect his injury.
"Motherfucker," he swore. "Get that dart right in his fucking eye!" He was clearly in no shape to fight off the Sheriff if he really wanted to come in with a nail gun, though.