The hound, luckily for Integra, was relentless. It merely foamed at the mouth and gnashed it's horrible teeth, taking the barrage of bullets. The bride herself was grateful for that.

Still, even Baskerville would eventually reach his limit. Integra took one final glance up at Rip, unable to help herself as she called out to the woman, "Bullets like those take no talent -- how very disappointing, Rip van Winkle!"