[i]Wilson lands, the power armor absorbing the shock and sending out a shockwave on impact. Standing up to full height, his M2HB slid down into place, and the bolt locked twice to chamber a round. Reaching to his back, he brought forth his MG3, and locked its bolt as well.[/i] I was born ready for this. [i]In seconds, the roar of machine gun fire filled the air as the Courier pressed forwards. Spent casings and belt links flew everywhere as civilians fell. The Deuce's .50 caliber incendiary shells cut through walls, cars, and flesh easily, decimating whatever they hit. The MG3's rapid fire rate literally cut people in half, the sound itself instilling fear. There was no escape from him. Those that run were cut down, those that hid were demolished.[/i]