The samurai turtle kept upping his density. His geta started to sink into the lawn from the growing weight put on top of them.

The frag bullets hit D'Artagnan full in his plastron since the Purifiers were aiming for center mass. He grunted slightly as they left marks on his chest. He doggedly went toward the firing bigots.

"Throw down yon mechanized crossbows and ye may yet live!"