Bulletproof

Flattened bullets ricochet in all directions. The Tattooed Man is hard as steel.

His face does explode, though. It rocks him back a step, blackening his face. When his eyes open in the black surface, it's quite a surprise.

He seems surprised, too, and a toothy grin splits his blackened lips.

"Bumaru-san! Subarashi!" he exclaims.

"Inazuma!"

A tattoo on the side of his neck burns red, producing a notable sizzling sound. Blue arcs of electricity flow down his shoulders onto his bare arms, overlapping and braiding together.

Belle, who was watching for something to shoot, decides this is something that really needs to be shot. She squints over the barrel and places a shot right in the tattooed man's hand.

The hand which is full of lightning, about to throw it.

Lightning still leaps twitchingly from the hand, but it doesn't go anywhere near Sonny and Richter. Instead, his hand is kicked violently aside in a sizzle of stinking smoke, so it's pointing off to the right when it discharges. Electric arcs hit the telephone, blowing it up like a grenade. The end table on which the telephone stood bounces into the air, seared black across its top. The wall socket burns.

Belle notices burned blood, or possibly ink, dripping from the tattooed man's hand. Apparently he isn't bulletproof right now.