[i]The round seemed to slow down as it soon became a blackened shade, the velocity and speed robbed as the kinetic energy became nothing over what a .45ACP would produce as it plinked off his armour, and the blackness seeped back into the night. Or day. "You may have been, but consider me your superior. You're fired." JT had an advantage at a range, so he intended to keep it going. A glint appeared in both his eye and his suits visor as the revolver was pointed towards JJ's shoulder again, sending another round off to him. The G11 Chainsaw LMG on JT's hip roared to life too, seemingly without the help of the cowboy to move it, and soon the weapon roared to life as a spray of 50. Caliber rounds comprised of steel shot out, though they weren't regular, they were explosive. [/i] [spoiler]I haven't updated bio in months, so it wouldn't be of use. [/spoiler]