[i]"That's what the armour's for," The Marshal said as he flicked the pinky of his right arm, and inside his suit, a vial of adrenaline and morphine were each shot into his torso to keep him running and to also kill the pain that lingered. His legs and arms were fine though, seeing as they were made of metals. "Well shit, gotta have a long talk with my gunsmith soon." [/i]