[b]The glass of his helmet cracked and broke, but in his mouth, like some kind of magician, were the bullets. With a sickening crunch, Damien chewed down and broke the bullets, his own gun now firing rounds towards Diana's stomach and chest. Guess it was time to screw non-lethal force... But now his lower jaw ached, and had some dents... But he was exposed... And exposure meant teeth... Diana hadn't quite experience his teeth.[/b] [b]As he fired, he brought his head forward, jaw unhinging like a snake, aiming for Diana's right shoulder.[/b]