[u]The Preacher raises his eyebrows before sticking his revolver into it's holster. He takes out three brightly colored syringes and draws his buzz axe, spinning the blade with a flick of his wrist.[/u] "[i]IF IT'S A CONTEST OF BLADES YOU WANT, THEN IT'S ONE YOU'LL GET![/i] [u]He slams the syringes into his neck, pushing the plungers down. His arms and legs swelling with muscular mass, his movements now twitchy and random.[/u] "[i]ISNHAHHAAASRGH![/i]" [u]He charges towards JT, swinging his blade madly.[/u]