[i]Leaning against the wall of the alley, was a heavily armoured figure, standing at exactly six feet and nine inches - something the man did on purpose. He was dressed in a suit of midnight black armour, crimson red swastikas being painted on several pieces of the suit; on the helmet, the shoulders, and the knees. Clenched in his gloved and armoured hands, was a midnight black Sturmgewehr, a weapon from the good ol' World War II. It was decorated with a few blood red swastikas, on the underside of the barrel, both sides of the grip, and on the surprisingly wide trigger, covered by the Näzi's right index finger. Around each of his shoulders, was a leather strap, to which an MG42 was tied, both guns being a midnight black with red swastikas, much like the STG Jack held in his hands. Both guns were beltfed, the two belts of .50 rounds being wrapped around Jack's waist, covered by a thin sheet of reinforced steel and titanium, as well as hardlight shielding. Sitting at his right thigh, was a midnight black Luger P08, the gun, again, having the same paintjob as every other gun in his arsenal. Diagonally across his chest, sat a SPAS-12, the weapon.. well, you get the drill. It was loaded with five Dragon Breath pellets, though his armour was covered in extra magazines and shotgun shells. [/i] "I'm no righteous figure," [i]He spoke with a scratchy and shrill voice,[/i] "So I'm not gonna lie to you, vermin.. I saw you kill that little girl and the demonic creature, and I'm just gonna kill you for fun."