[i]JT just grabbed his .700 Nitro from his bsck, looking down the top of three barrels with an evil grin upon his face. No words were uttered by the cowboy. [/i]

"That's a neat shotgun y'know. Boy would I suck a-nevermind." He said, as two spherical bulges quickly rolled down his pants and out of them. Landing with a metallic ping they were revealed to be silver spheres pulsing with [i]something[/i] on the ground they started to emit a sound similar to a clock. Grenades, but not just any Grenades, EMPs. What he had done earlier by shoving his hands into his pockets was access his EMP grenades, arming them and placing them on his waistband of his somewhat loose pants. By grabbing his Plasma claws enabled the EMPs to crawl down his pants due to the coat not hugging them anymore to his waist. However, he had used both of his EMPs in the process of doing that. Sakuret quickly ran over and did a thrust with both of his power claws towards the Cyborgs chest, the EMPs detonated and shut off whatever non-emp resistant electronics in their general area.

[i]The only things disoriented by the EMP was his TagSight, HuD and a variety of other neurological enhancing augmentations, seeing as the important things like his arm blades and muscle fibres were all connected directly to the nervous system and in turn still active. As Sakuret neared, JT simply pressed the second trigger of his shotgun and all three bullets were fired. .700 Nitro rounds with uranium tips, enough power to breach armour and flesh, times three. [/i]

Sakuret was basically dead. Seeing how he got assblasted by huge ass rounds.

[i]"Look pal, I'll give you your augs."[/i]

"No...I lost. I have to stick up to my end of the deal...our verbal contract we made. Besides, now that I think about it. An abdominal machine gun sounds impractical and stupid."