[i]"Holy -blam!-, that armour's bigger than my chances at winning "Father Of The Year" award..." A voice jested from behind Bridgette, accompanied by the clanging of metal on the ground and metal swapping places with other parts on a suit. He who stood behind her was a cowboy undeniably, one with a dirt brown duster on his armoured frame, standing at nearly 7 feet tall with it all on. He had a hat and a metallic horse, the former atop him and the latter beneath, giving him an extra bit of height. His firearms were visible, ranging from a rifle, shotgun and LMG to a lasso, revolvers and a grenade launcher. [/i]