[i]Jason smirked beneath his helmet as two dark grey-silverish peered through a steely visor. Once he started to lift off the ground, many different thrusters slid out of their slots all over the man's armour, so he would be able to control his movements even when floating around. The thrusters activated, launching the man up even farther, before they shifted, stabilizing his position in the air. His gunmetal grey set of armour was covered with leather straps, each of which held enough ammunition to last. At Jason's hips were a pair of shotguns - one at each hip. Both of the shotties were without a stock, and had a drum magazine. At his lower back was a gunmetal grey FN FAL with a box magazine already loaded. It was outfitted with a red-dot sight, as well as a foregrip. And, last but definitely very far from least, on his chest, attached to the ceramite plating with maglocks, was an MK Vb Godwyn pattern Bolter, complete with a twenty Bolt magazine. [/i] "Remembah tha las' time we fought, cowboy?!" [i]Jason called out as his right arm grabbed the butt of his FAL, before gently pulling it out of the maglocks' grip. His left hand grabbed the foregrip - a foregrip that was pretty much redundant - while his right hand shifted, eventually wrapping around the grip, finger on the trigger while his thumb flicked the safety off. [/i]