[i]The very vulgar Texan/Ire's plasma blades could cut through practically anything if given enough time and force. Practically anything. Meaning not everything. Behind Jason's visor, the man's right eye started to twitch while he impatiently started tapping his foot on the ground. If there was anything Jason lacked.. it was patience. And boy did he lack it. Just barely holding himself together and preventing himself from snapping and lunging at Anri while yelling, he continued to wait. The tapping of good right foot stopped, and his blue plasma blades started flickering, as if Jason was fücking around with them. [/i]