Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he clears his throat to be able to talk. The blood comes from biting down a little too hard on the inside of his cheek. Touching the area, he thinks that a good chunk was taken out, which is meh.

"You would have seen some real fireworks if they had killed me." His breathing is slow, painful. As for his speech, it's quieter and filled with raw agony. Yet somehow, he carries on like it doesn't hurt -- which is to say he keeps talking despite how he sounds. "Though, if that happens, you might want to tell others to get as far away from me as possible."