[i]When Damien met the point of impact where JT had been, there was nothing. No man or woman, no animal nor object that was out of place, just a man standing there. The man was JT, who was hiding one of his biggest assets in combat, that being his armour. He slid the helm od his gear onto his head as he just barely managed to quickly put the outfitting on, which was enough to actually survive a fight with Damien, and maybe even do some actual damage. He stood at ten feet tall in the suit, with an extra 4 inches to his width as one inch of ceramic was on two of steel, and one of ceramic was inside again, all powered by an exo suit that shit steam out of each joint in the armour. Aside from just that, his kit was drastically different. He held a G11 Chainsaw LMG in his right hand, or rather, the gun was quite literally on his hand as he gripped a handle inside of the back of the custom grip of the weapon, which in turn was fitted to fire an onslaught of 50. Beowulf ammo from the triple box mag, totaling 600 shots before a lengthy reload. His back held a pair of SCAR-L's, a plasma-edged greatsword made of tungsten, and his hip had a lasso with literally no extra properties. The armour looked to have some bells and whistles beneath the red paint and white sleeves too, which were a jump pack, and some extra things in the helmet. [/i]