The bullet struck the bull right in the middle of the skull. Its body jerked as it fell to the ground, just a few mere inches from Quagmire. With the bull landing just a few feet before him, he breathed a sigh of relief. If he were a tad bit late, he would have been pummeled to death by those deathly horns that would have definitely pierced and killed him.
With another breath of relief, he glanced from right to left, observing his current location, as the attack and counter by the bulls definitely should have made a lot of noise around, which might already have compromised his position. Thus, he needs to be in a position to escape at a moment's notice.
