Ales kept his weapon up as the Scan returned results. The red was a major concern, though he had no clue what it meant. Albel would have to explain if it were related to this created world he lived in.

"Everyone!" he called when the numbers stabilized. "Be careful, this guy is strong!"

Before he could elaborate, before he could add in an attack on his own, his small body flung back from the force of the shot. In the split second he realized Azazer had targeted him, he reached for his chest in search of a wound. There was no blood. No torn clothing.

Only an awful headache.

He may be bleeding internally for all he knew, but that pain, that searing headache took all his attention away from the moment. Ales fell to the floor, let go of his weapon, and curled his arms over his head. He made no sound, but his tightly shut eyes twitched every so often.