Barnaby's shot hit his chest squarely, and he couldn't suppress a small grunt of pain as the green paint blossomed over his shirt.

"You hit his head?" he hissed. "That's going to hurt."

His own head snapped up as he heard something - in humans, adrenaline heightened the senses, and with angels, who had heightened senses even on normal days, this was more marked.

He aimed at where the whisper had come from and fired.