[i]Tendrils started to sprout from the man's chest, the armour bubbling and shifting. The tendrils wrapped around both of the guns in his hands, pulling them to his chest, and keeping them there. [/i] "You.. YOU AREN'T GERMAN AT ALL! SUBMIT TO ZE GERMAN RACE, FOUL VERMIN!" [i]The Näzi screamed as he pulled the Luger P08 from his thigh, swiftly aiming it at the old man, his muscle density and volume getting higher while his skin hardened - all to reduce the recoil to practically nothing. [/i]