[i]The kick did absolutely nothing to the man - though it did damage the shields slightly. The German growled, his left hand bubbling and shifting, the armour flowing away to show a bubbling red mass of his hand. [/i] "YOU ARE BRITISH! FOUL ANIMAL!" [i]Jack screamed as he started walking back while his left fist transformed. He swiftly pulled the trigger of his Luger, firing a .45 ACP round at General Serra- I mean, Sakuret. [/i]