WHOOMP Blood goes, head over heel and then ass over kettle as he hits the ground. That smarted. He just got his shit tossed by a freakin' dog. Now he was pissed.

"You're asking for it now." As much as Blood absolutely delighted how much more gratifying it was to oblige physical violence, often times a gun was a much quicker and more powerful route to the same effect.

He pulled out a gun from his hip. It was some kind of fancy space gun but fired the same dirty bullet type ammo almost any other gun did. He fired this gun. He fired it at the big tiger dog many times.