JJ's smile returns, and he chuckles a little bit.
"I'm the guy who's drowned in tar, been impaled by at least fifty different swords at once, shot, mauled, poisoned, and mind-controlled, and still kicking. I wish I could make all that up. Also, if you'll let me leave and come back, I can show you my suit of mechanized armor that has a giant -blam!-ing gun strapped to the arm."
Throughout that entire speech, and even at this very moment, JJ's eyes never left the man's arm. However, he didn't want to risk his current life any longer. He rolls to the side, taking cover behind some barrels. He unsheathes his sword and shield, then moves along the barrels.
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