[i]Explosions and gas? Two of the things that served as his trigger. And I'm not talking a regular feminist type of trigger, I'm referring to violent flashbacks of the wars Treyman took part in. The Damned General had digistructed himself a pair of .44 Colt Anaconda revolvers just as he heard the words, and instead of a kitchen in a Tatakai bar he was witnessing a rundown little restaurant, in what looked to be New Mexico. In his eyes he was peering over the cover he had and seen a pair of... Not robots, that didn't even begin to describe the kind of war machines he thought they were. So he stood and with pinpoint accuracy, he started to fire. Bullet after bullet, explosions in the barrel sent the shots rippling through the air as he grabbed the girl by the arm, thinking her to be a wounded NTR ODST from the war, before he hurdled her with immense force out of the window that was on the outside of the bar, and through the door to the kitchen, so she would be out of the bar. Besides, the Omega had a little ace up his sleeves for dealing with explosions, in the form of a custom digistruction. [/i]