"Oh, no, a chainsaw. How terrifyin'. Bitch, please." [i]Jason kept calm, his breathing slow and steady as he waited for the creature to get close before he'd fill it with explosive slugs. Four round burst and it was naptime. A grin crept onto the man's visage. A wicked grin. A grin that spoke novels about how much he was going to enjoy this. The barrel of Amber kept pointed at the thing, finger itching on the trigger, though not quite pressuring it yet. Not just yet, not just yet. Soon enough, though. Soon enough. [/i]