[spoiler]O dam. That's pretty cool, but if I'm gonna fite u m80 I'll hafta droog up[/spoiler] [u]The Preacher is flung backwards, slamming into a wall five feet back with a crunch. He picks himself up, coughing up small amounts of blood as he returns back to his floating stance.[/u] "[i]You pack quite the punch, cowboy. Looks like you'll need more then just a few sermons to get this lesson through your head.[/i]" [u]He waves his hand and the halo spins once more, moving the guns behind him into a wing-like formation. He draws from his hip the large revolver, which he then opens the cylinder, emptying out eight rounds. He catches one, loading it into the chamber of the gun. He closes it, the pulls back the hammer.[/u] "[i]FEEL THE HOLY WRATH OF THE TOOL GIVEN TO ME BY MARCUS HIMSELF, FROM HIS HANDS TO MINE![/i]" [u]He pulls the trigger and a resounding boom is heard from the barrel. The gun is almost knocked out of his hand from the recoil, and the air around his hand is scorched from the propellent explosion.[/u]