Josh grunts slightly as he misses his target. He doesn't seem all that concerned with avoiding shots. Anything that gets by Avalon's forcefield, he just lets hit him. After a few moments, the bullets end up clattering to the floor as Josh's body heals itself. "My powers are weird," he mutters, turning to eye Apollo warily. "Really, can you please just put down the gun? I'd really rather not have to hurt you..." he offers.
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