[i]Genral rolled swiftly, two of the rounds slamming into the tree behind and to the left of him, another flying off into the distant expanse. The last bullet, however, found a home in the Initiate's right shoulder. Without uttering a word or releasing a single sound, Genral doggedly fired the rest of his clip at Zane, the fight less an optional tourney and more a rugged duty to the man by this point. The .357 rounds sailed around him, some landing, others not. It mattered little to Genral. His armor was effective in blocking most, but some managed to slip past and strike him hard.[/i]