[i]Each of the three rounds connected, utterly obliterating Jason's recently recharged shields, and damaging his armour pretty severely.. Though it also sent him flying backwards. The Russian impacted the ground rather roughly, skidding backwards through the snow until me was about thirty feet away. After about ten seconds of laying completely still with a raspy breath, as the impact of the pellets had knocked the air straight from his lungs, Jason slowly raised his right arm, Bolter still in hand since it he had held onto it, unlike his shotgun, which was currently.. somewhere. He aimed at JT's center of mass, before firing a second shot, sending a second rocket propelled Kraken Penetrator Round at the massive cowboy. The recoil knocked Jason's arm back, before it limply fell in the snow, gun still in hand. [/i]