[spoiler]Nah. I'm using a different set of abilities then the Machina because it would limit the character's potential for mayhem. In this he uses shit-tons of heroin-like drugs that boost his abilities, as he's quite a weak psion without them. Also, what's tag sight?[/spoiler] [u]He cackles as he waves his hand, spinning the circle of weapons. It stops on a large belt-fed assualt rifle, which he then grabs. He pulls down the trigger, unleashing a hail of bullets upon JT.[/u] "[i]HEAR MY PREACHING, HEATHEN, AND HEAR THE TEACHINGS OF THE BULLET![/i]"

[i]But alas, each of the bullets had also been Tagged. One by one his SMG's unleashed hell on the bullets that came forth, one by one the bullets collided with one another in a chaotic mix of gunfire. One shot hit JT's right arm, but travelled directly through the steel. Though JT sprinted at Preacher just then, and went to execute a flying dropkick to his chest, with his own spring-loaded legs. [/i] [spoiler]Tag Sight is literally Soldier 76's aimbot in Overwatch, but it goes all around JT's body, and can hit anything really. [/spoiler]

[spoiler]O dam. That's pretty cool, but if I'm gonna fite u m80 I'll hafta droog up[/spoiler] [u]The Preacher is flung backwards, slamming into a wall five feet back with a crunch. He picks himself up, coughing up small amounts of blood as he returns back to his floating stance.[/u] "[i]You pack quite the punch, cowboy. Looks like you'll need more then just a few sermons to get this lesson through your head.[/i]" [u]He waves his hand and the halo spins once more, moving the guns behind him into a wing-like formation. He draws from his hip the large revolver, which he then opens the cylinder, emptying out eight rounds. He catches one, loading it into the chamber of the gun. He closes it, the pulls back the hammer.[/u] "[i]FEEL THE HOLY WRATH OF THE TOOL GIVEN TO ME BY MARCUS HIMSELF, FROM HIS HANDS TO MINE![/i]" [u]He pulls the trigger and a resounding boom is heard from the barrel. The gun is almost knocked out of his hand from the recoil, and the air around his hand is scorched from the propellent explosion.[/u]

[spoiler]How big was the shot? Need to know the caliber lol. [/spoiler]

[spoiler]About the strength of a 50. Cal.[/spoiler]

[i]The shot fired from The Preacher's firearm was truly a massive bullet, and so when JT went to block it with his right arm, it traveled through the steel and carbon fibre of his wrist and nailed him directly in the heart, which sent it exploding into pieces inside of his body. How he was still standing was unknown, probably due to the nanites in his bloodstream, which was gained after getting his Insufferable Maxim. No blood, no need for a heart, right? But he still had a gaping hole in his chest, one that would take days of fixing to repair. He pulled out a single revolver from his duster, and Tagged The Preacher's firearms. One by one shots of plasma were unleashed and flew towards the barrels that surrounded JT's enemy, but he for whatever reason left the gun in his hand in a working condition. [/i]

[u]The large assault rifle is shattered, shrapnel spraying into The Preacher's side. Part of his mask is sheared off by a large peace that then lodges itself into his left eye, popping it in a spurt of blood. The Preacher pulls the Shrapnel out of his eye, taking what's left of the eye with it. Blood pours down his shattered mask as he pulls small bits of metal out of his left arm. He shows no signs of having felt the pain from the wound, most likely due to his current state of high.[/u] "[i]YOU FIGHT WELL, HEATHEN! A GOOD SON OF THE BULLET YOU WOULD MAKE IF NOT FOR YOUR WAYS![/i]" [u]He reloads the revolver, putting a single round in the chamber.[/u]

[i]The Marshal spun his plasma revolver around his fingers in a display of complete control over his firearm, before he swiftly thrust the firearm back into the duster he wore. His right hand folded back and into his sleeve, before the steel plates and carbon fibre skin embraced his wrist, and wrapped around the entire thing. From in the hole where the wrist is, a single blade of pure steel extends proudly and reaches a fair two and a half feet, before the wrist closes around it and solidifies it into place. [/i]