[i]He, without speaking as much as a word, reached down to his right hip with his right hand, taking the grip of Rose - one of his 12 gauge, slug firing shotguns. He pulled the shottie away from his hip, though he left it at his side. Then, from the gauntlet on his left arm, a set of Predator blades extended, the eight inch long blades gleaming and shimmering a little in the sunlight that made its way through the roof of leaves. Then, Jason made his way inside, his right arm raised, shotgun pointed forwards, while his left arm was still hanging at his side. [/i]