R2 minigun deflection

The lid of the box opened slightly. From within, Saxton saw a glint of dark metal.

"I'd put that Australium to much better use."

Inside the coffinlike box was a minigun. Three thousand rounds per minute, fifty rounds per second. Hale had no time to dodge, but his hands were already up. If he couldn't dodge, he'd have to STRIKE.

His fists blurred in front of him. The deafening roar of the minigun fire was only matched by the rush of air from Saxton's punches, and everywhere behind him was blanketed with a sea of bullets. Somehow, despite the endless volley, none of the shots found their mark.

"Fascinating! You really are the invincible man. Although, if you aren't willing to take the bullets head-on, perhaps you aren't impervious to every bullet? For two hundred dollars a cartridge, I'd certainly hope not. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds."

Moriarty let the barrel spin down and allowed the smoke to clear. Crumpled metal balls were scattered across the floor like piles of marbles, and in the center was Saxton Hale. His fists were still raised, but bloody and scraped. The fingers on his left hand were not closing all the way anymore.

"Heh... Mann Co. bullets..." Saxton cracked his neck. "Accept no substitutes."