[i]Someone had gotten a bead on him, one of the gun trucks, which promptly opened up with its 12.7mm DsHK machine gun. Shells flew at Jackson from his side, impacting all around him. Wilson had since risen from his cover and annihilated two of the technicals, along with numerous other men. He was unstoppable, but in a different manner than Jackson. Where Old Hickory was stealthy, Wilson was balls-to-the-wall, punching, stabbing, shooting his way right into the fight.[/i] YO MR. PRESIDENT, COME GET SOME! [i]He shouted, laughing maniacally as he cleaved a man's arm off with his machete.[/i] ~~~~ [i]Three of them disappeared, and one remained, standing before Fenrir. As he threw his wave of fire, the man utilized his thrusters to jump over it and a Fenrir's charge, drawing his own blade in the process, landing behind the knight. Clearly this figure was full of tricks and skilled at combat.[/i] Come on, big guy, show me whatcha got... [i]He said, a sneer beneath his helmet.[/i]