Jonah heard gunshots and since his reflexes were no match for a gun, he had three shots pierce him in the shoulder, side, and leg. "Dammit!" he cursed as he got up and reached for his scythe and looked out the window. Sure enough, he caught sight of a man with a gun running away. He hurled his scythe with great force at the man. It flew until it struck the man in the leg and embedded itself deep into the ground. Not the exact result Jonah had expected, but at least the guy wouldn't be getting away without ripping his leg off.
Jonah then doubled over in pain as black blood began to ooze out of the bullet wounds. He stubbornly pried a bullet out of his shoulder and sniffed it. No, it wasn't lead...it was orichalcum, a metal that demons hated and feared, for it had holy properties infused in it that acted as a poison if it wounds a demon. Jonah knew that he couldn't die from something like that, but those wounds still hurt like hell. He collapsed in pain.