[i]The Russian growled, left hand swiftly moving the Bolt Pistol to his left hip, where the magnetic field kicked in, holding the larger weapon in place. Lucas then clenched both of his cybernetic hands into fists, the knuckles on the right hand being dented and malformed because of it.[/i] "Oh come on," [i]He muttered, grabbing the butt of his assault rifle - which was currently diagonally across his back - with his right hand, and yanking it off his back, left hand grasping the underside of the barrel while the right hand moved around the grip, finger on the trigger, safety already switched off.[/i] "This is hardly fair," [i]Luke said with a growl, gunmetal grey assault rifle raised as he slowly spun in circles around his own axle, hazel brown eyes narrowed.[/i]