The bullets hit his body stinging like bees filled with venom. But it didn't stop him. His body worked just like the Wolverine's. Soon as those chunks of lead were recognized they were forced back out and the wounds started to heal.
All he could do was laugh. A hysterically evil laugh. It was the epitome of what evil should sound like. She was cute. Little pea shooter of hers was cute too.
"Just who the hell ya think yer dealin' with?" He growled at her. Girl could take a lickin' which just meant there was no need ta do this here. He'd be back fer her. Later. When she was alone.
Then he'd have what he needed. All the time in the world ta give her a real show. Make her realize why that first flood of fear she felt as she walked in the door and saw him was the feelin' she should have listened to . But now now, not yet.
He growled again and bolted for the door. Now that he knew her scent there wasn't a damn place she could hide. Oh, he'd be back. When the moment was right.