Norman bared his teeth, thrashing and making an effort to kick Eddie off of him, but he couldn't get a good shot pinned down the way he was. Already his vision was getting groggy and his reflexes were dulling, though it was slower acting than it would be in someone without his powers. No matter; as long as he could get away and put a bullet or two into Eddie before the sedative dulled his nerves completely, Norman would consider this venture not a loss. Not a win, but one couldn't always win them all.

"Whatever disarms you fast enough works for me," he hissed, breathing slowly. He presses his gun to Eddie's abdomen, hands shaking minutely. "Would you rather I shoot you here? In the chest, in the gut? It makes no difference to me."