[i]Jackson swung his Tomahawk behind him and towards the ground, catching one of the dead bodies and lifting it up in front of him. He promptly stabbed it in the air with his knife, using the cadaver for cover as he rushed the gunner. Most bullet were caught by the body shield, but those that come through or got around the body were stopped effectively enough by Jackson's new armor. He thrust the Tomahawk into its sheath at his hip, then witches the hand holding the knife, and thereby the shield, up in front of him. With his now free left hand, he drew his flintlock, now using its normal hard light rounds as he loosed a few suppressing shots. By this time, he was close to the men, so he used his enhanced strength to throw the human shield at them, toppling the closest combatants. The others were quickly dispatched by hard light rounds to the head. It was then that he heard his supplier, and the ravings of the lunatic caused Jackson to instinctively note the location of the Courier. However, it was quickly returned to the toppled soldiers, one of whom had begun to fire at him from the ground. He kicked the man's gun away and blasted him in the head, drawing his Tomahawk again. Another man got up and began to run to the next squadron, but stopped with the [b]THUD[/b] of the Tomahawk hitting him in the back of the head. The third and final man stayed still, but Jackson was in battle, and caught the slightest movements of his chest as the man breathed. Jackson approached quietly, then stepped on the man's neck with his right foot. The man managed squawk before Jackson viciously twisted his planted foot, promptly breaking the man's neck. He calmly walked back to the ruined cadaver, drawing his knife out. He then retrieved his Tomahawk before continuing, sheathing the Seminole's Wrath and holstering the Duelists' Flintlock. What he did draw was a silenced Model 1887, moving quietly again through the trenches...[/i] ------------------------------------------------------------- [i]Fenrir smiled coldly as the Yodünfire coursed through him, granting him yet greater strength, durability, and speed, even more than he already had. This one...this one reminded him of Cecil...and that was not a good thing. With a single motion, Fenrir surges forward, slashing heavily with Raganrok in his left-hand, seeking to cut through the mans sword, armor, flesh and bone, from the man's left shoulder to his right thigh.[/i]