[Dun's steel grit and determination wins out, but at a cost. The cannon fire burns into his left shoulder and searing pain flashes through his arm, but it's always been mind over matter and he pushes the agony back long enough for him to smack the Adjutant with the handle of his weapon, knocking it down long enough for him to stab it right through its face.
He breaths a sigh of relief; that wasn't too hard to take care off. Now he just has to deal with one damaged shoulder. No biggy. A lot of blood seems to be streaming down his arm from the wound, but a quick check reveals that it's not deep. It stings, but Dun's been shot in the eye before and he didn't let that stop him from fulfilling his duty on the battlefield. Compared to that, this flesh wound is nothing.
Glancing at Joker, he walks over and grabs the other's arm to hoist him up.]
Are you now convinced? Or do you still want me to leave you here to fight off those things yourself?
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He breaths a sigh of relief; that wasn't too hard to take care off. Now he just has to deal with one damaged shoulder. No biggy. A lot of blood seems to be streaming down his arm from the wound, but a quick check reveals that it's not deep. It stings, but Dun's been shot in the eye before and he didn't let that stop him from fulfilling his duty on the battlefield. Compared to that, this flesh wound is nothing.
Glancing at Joker, he walks over and grabs the other's arm to hoist him up.]
Are you now convinced? Or do you still want me to leave you here to fight off those things yourself?