Peasy punching Stealth, functioning after bullets to the face

The enormous fist sent Stealth sprawling. Her body vanished back into the crowd of zombies and gangsters.
The rounds had stripped away half his face down to the bone. His right eye streamed down his face and over the gigantic teeth. A flap of skin the size and texture of a fried egg hung loose from the bottom of his jaw.

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 426
Peter Clines
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