[i]"When you take a mortal man," The voice was gruff and deep, like the rumbling of an engine, and rivalling that in volume. "And you put him in control." The heavy clanking and crashing of footsteps soon approached Irina, as a familiar noise was heard behind the vileblood - the falling hammer of a .44 revolver. "Watch him become a god," There stood JT, around six feet tall and cloaked in silence, with a layer of small body armour encompassing him, swathing his flesh and cloth in a black shade, with the occasional forest green insignia on the chestplate and left shoulder. Not an exo suit, but knowing JT with all his augs - He needed no suit. "Watch people's heads a'roll." The song lyrics ended on JT's part, as the tune of Megadeth's "Symphony of Destruction" were stuck in his head. He looked at Irina with his gun raised, and a Hollow Point shot loaded for the first bullet while the rest were regular bullets of lead. [/i]