[i]Drake doesn't say anything else, his voice more like a growl as he begins to walk forwards, reaching into his back for a strange weapon. A helmet forms over his face from plates behind his ears, and he draws his weapon. A single friction beam ricochets off of several refraction panels, creating hundreds of blistering laser bolts that blast in JT's direction. As he walks forward, JT can't help but feel a certain heaviness in his movements--not out of fear or anything of the like, but as if his movements were becoming sluggish. [/i]