[i]The armour seeped back over the exposed flesh of the shield, protecting the otherwise unprotected flesh from harm. Then, a thick, hardened layer of biomass covered the front of the shield, a grin forming on the German's thin lips. [/i] "I'm coming, filthy bug," [i]Jack growled as he started walking towards the building, his right hand clenched around the grip of his Luger, which currently had nine rounds remaining. [/i]