The pain now is just going to drive him on further. Bullets he was well accustomed to, it was almost like having a friend come visit. A friend which tore through your flesh mercilessly and took out bits of flesh... actually that sounded like most of his friends... probably should get some new ones on that front. He staggers though for a moment, using a tree to get his balance back, he keeps the slow trudge forward.

"Hello. My name is Inigo Montaya, you killed my father... prepare to die" he added with more assurance in his voice.