*He grabs his sword the second Xavier lets go and whirls around to face him, holding the sword in a blocking position. He has trouble getting the sword to activate and the first shot passes through his right shoulder. The rest of the shots, however, seem to be pushed back, falling to the ground as Sketch stands up, blood oozing from his shoulder. He is noticeably in pain, but he has a look of extreme determination on his face.* "Do you mind holding my backpack for a second man? And please don't try stealing my soul. Unlike you, I'm not a simulation."