Tony knew it was coming, as soon as he'd stepped forward he'd known the gun would be trained on him instead. Anything to get it away from Nathan, besides Shou had given him a small boon before leaving. But armored or not, a coat can only protect a person from so much, and since the armor was mainly focused around his heart (a necessity he didn't yet realize he needed) it wouldn't protect from bullets aimed more toward his core. You didn't have to be precise if you were just going to load someone full of them.

Bullets ripped through him, two in places not particularly dire but one puncturing a lung. Already he could feel blood filling it, and he coughed as he staggered back from the force of the shots. Shock and searing pain temporarily paralyzing him, but still he didn't fall. He drooped, yes, wavered like he might but he knew that to lose his footing now would be the death of him. Blood hissed as it dripped into the puddles of holy water beneath his feet, and Tony let out a strained little laugh.

When he did look back up at Cesar it was with an eye turned pitch black, iris now glowing an ominous red, and while wearing a grin laced with pain and malice. With the gun pulled away from Nathan it was safe to act, and now Tony lunged forward with inhuman speed, aiming to bodily sweep Cesar away from his hostage and slam him back into his table. Gun or no, he didn't give a damn. Get Cesar away from Nathan, that was the only goal.