[i]For a man covered in weapons, his movement was precise, swift, and most certainly practiced. The Courier had been attacked by things far more terrifying than a guy with flaming hammers... namely the person who’s insignia he still carried out of respect. The hammer hit him and sent him sliding back in the dirt, but as far as damage went, his armor looked singed but still solid. The massive .50 caliber machine gun on his shoulder immediately swung to aim at the oncoming assailant as it roared to life, sending a steady stream of Mk. 211 Raufoss APHEI rounds directly at the charging target, each packed with an incendiary compound, an explosive compound, and a high-density tungsten penetrator rod designed to punch through medium hard armor. While he knew the incendiary wouldn’t do much, the explosive force and the penetrator dart would do serious damage. There wasn’t going to be much chance in dodging, either, considering the gun’s fire rate. Along with the deafening roar of the gun, there was a a crackling and humming as the juggernaut’s shielding systems came online, bright sparks and arcs of energy leaping across his armor as he stood his ground.[/i] “Damn y’all are too pissy about worm food!” [i]He laughed. Something was certainly off about him.[/i]