Literal Plot Armor

"Alright, fine. I'll be getting marked up for this, but I just need to make the rest of this fight a lot easier." Johnson said, taking aim directly at Don Quixote.

"Hah! You think simple bullets can kill-" Don Quixote staggered back as the bullet penetrated his chest, directly through the heart.

"These bullets can pierce plot armor, Quixote. You'll come back later, don't worry. Probably in a way that's dramatic and convenient. But I need you to be dead for a bit." Johnson said. "Now, to the rest of you…"

Quixote crumpled to the ground, coughing up blood in a way that would bring tears to even the most heartless of men's eyes, yet also in a way that made him look just as handsome as he always did. He reached up, grabbing towards the hands of his dear friends, one of which he only met yesterday, then went towards the light. One could maybe hear angels if Johnson didn't take over this narrative so we could get back to the business of the fight at hand.