[i]I approach the man, in full ear. My good was up and my mask on. At my side rested Kaleb's revolver, and at my side lay my shortsword. In my hands, there was a SCAR-H Battle Rifle, and on my back was a SCAR-Land a MK 20 SSR. On the Battle Rifle was an Elian Sepctre sight, and there was a round in the chamber. I kept my distance and raised the rifle, aiming for somewhere at your shoulder. [/i] "Alright, that's enough. Party's over. I'd say that I admire your handiwork but I'm not a psychotic asshat anymore."