[Vash is quick, but he's not that quick. His left side takes the worst of it. While his upper arm is made of metal, the lower isn't so lucky. Parts of his skin singes beneath the blaze, crackling and blistering before Vash can pull away properly. The side of his face fares a little better with just a passing blow, leaving little more than a sunburn.

Anyway. Vash is just gonna stop drop and roll for a second before something in him breaks. He's so tired of being lashed out at tonight. His head aches, his chest feels raw, and now half of his body is burnt. Great, wonderful! Amazing!]

Come on! You're the only one who gets how I feel right now! We're both - monsters, right? Never mind the fact that you DID THIS to me. The least you could do is have a little bit of empathy!!