[i]A man approached Irina, his body and head covered in a set of gunmetal grey armour, the orange, Plexiglas visor glinting with murderous intent. It was the communist Jason, one who had a murderous hate boner for Irina thanks to how many she had killed.. Unbelievable that that damned heap of scrap let her back in.. He stood at six feet and five inches, his entire figure covered with weapons. On his chest, held there by maglocks, was a Bolter of the Astartes. A MK Vb Godwyn pattern, to be exact. Loaded with twenty standard Bolts, as there was no armour to be pierced. Diagonally across his back was a gunmetal grey FN FAL, loaded with a fifty round drum magazine, the bullets ranging from AP to explosive to standard. Then, last but definitely not least, were the two shotguns at his hips. Both were exactly the same; futuristic and a midnight black, with flashy blue lights, as well as a thirty shell drum magazine, filled with explosive slugs. [/i] "Bitch," [i]Was all Jason muttered, two sets of twin predator blades extending from his gauntlets. All four steel blades were exactly eight inches long, with a razor-sharp edge. Silently, the thrusters located all over Jason's armour started to activate, sliding out of their hidey holes. These would allow for quick evasive maneuvers and even flight. [/i]