[u]As JT pulls the guns from his belt, The Preacher takes seven syringes and pulls the caps off of them. With no precautions, he jabs them into his neck, pushing the plungers down. Blood bubbles down his neck as it's displaced by chemicals, not a drop of each going to waste. Once empty, he crushes them in his hand, blood squirting from the the glass cutting his hand. His veins swell and glow, as do his eyes from underneath his mask. He starts to laugh as the guns all disconnect and cock themselves, floating around him in a halo as he begins to float three feet above the ground.[/u] "[i]PREPARE YOURSELF FOR DIVINE INTERVENTION![/i]" [u]He cackles maniacally, spinning a pistol in his hands. It appears to be special, as he doesn't touch it with the Psionic powers he has.[/u]