JT put his now empty shotgun on his back as a glint struck his right eye a trio of times, and the targeting chip embedded in and connected to his brain locked onto all three targets, making the Techno Cowboy's hands expel a pair of Colt Model 1911 pistols, and point the barrels at his enemy with extreme precision. One by one he fired a pair of .45 ACP rounds at each of his attackers, allowing the hollow point shells to fly from inside the silver painted barrels as they soared through the air.

*The Left Shadow slides under the bullets, pulling out a crystalline sword from a rift. The Right Shadow blocks the bullets with a blade of shadow, continuing to circle JT. The Middle Shadow leaps over the bullets, landing in a roll as she pulls out dual Markmakers and fires both at JT*

JT's body began to grow larger and larger by the passing second as his weapons went with him, before he stood proudly at sixteen feet tall. The ammo from the center Shadow's gun felt like bee stings at they barely pierced his massive and thick skin.

*All 3 Shadows watch him, amused. Their voices spoke in unison.* "Well then. Be like that." *They all charge at him, the Left dashing for his feet. The Right attacks his pistols with blades of shadow, hoping to knock them out of his hands. The Center(no, not fold. Dirty boy) walks backwards while firing at JT's head, aiming for his eyes*