"Nice Stand. Sounds pretteh goddamn powaful. I dig it. Now, suppose fair's fair, eh?" [i]He smirked, grey-silver eyes glinting a little as he sipped more of his hot chocolate, the marshmallows having long since melted. In the meantime, the sounds of roaring engines, marching troops, and flying helicopters could be heard behind Jason, as if there was a small army approaching. He softly chuckled, moving over to Leone's left, and out of the way. Standing and flying there, was Jason's Stand. The front line existed out of 7 M1 Abrams tanks, with 120 miniature soldiers behind them, each in tight lines which fit perfectly behind the tanks. Flying a few feet above the patchwork soldiers and Green Berets, were 4 Boeing AH-64 Apache attack helicopters, each armed to the teeth with rockets and machine guns. The entire small army was scaled down to toy size.[/i] "Dis is Gone Shootin'. A decentleh long range and sumwha' powerful Stand."