Surprisingly, the Peacekeeper doesn't make any attempt to budge. In fact he just smiled as the driving force of Cannon's wrist blades tear through his coat and into his flesh. "Thank you for obliging an old bird, Cannon Lok. You've done well. A shame we can't continue this fight much longer, you're path lies elsewhere." Even more strange - no bleed seeped through the wound. Only a faint smattering of embers and cinders trailed from the stabs.