[i]JT's wounds took the shots, each bullet ripping through the already damaged tissue. He didn't bleed though - His muscles were synthetic, the shots did little to deter him. JT responded by grabbing his shotgun and popping the shells out of the back of the gun. He slid three bullets from his belts into the back of the gun and flicked it closed, before he aimed Triple Tap at Zane. His eyes were cold; calm; inhuman, and one could easily tell JT knew what position he was facing. "Wanna submit now, Zane?" [/i]