As he lifted up his right hand to launch another dart at Xzavier, he found out that somehow, his right palm had been pierced. He was flabbergasted. He looked at his hand like he didn't recognize it as his own. He glared at it as if it had somehow betrayed him by being vulnerable. It had all happened too quickly for him to process it.
This time, he didn't try to stifle the cry. This time, he didn't try to be all macho about it one bit. He opened his mouth, and like an animal that had been cornered in a trap, a sharp cry of pain came out. He screeched like a wounded hawk, filling the air with the agony of his injury. His torment was on two fronts. The pain of an unexpected attack was twice as agonizing as the pain from an attack that one might have seen coming.
