Paco automatically ducked and covered his face and head with his arms, so while it definitely hurt -- ow ow OW owOW chinga tu madre, it did -- he wasn't about to get permanently blinded or horrible facial scarring.

Provided that he got the HELL out of dodge.

Which was the plan. Everyone who wasn't the stupid kid confronting the crazy person had run for it the moment the gun had made its appearance, so the only one who needed protection was the stupid kid who fancied himself a sidekick so that his best friend wouldn't have to do the hero thing alone.

Paco bolted.