[i]The Courier took a knee, his shielding system going into overdrive as e diverted power from his minigun to it. Holding down in what appeared to be an armor lock, he waited as the grenades went off around him, the shield taking the brunt of the damage from the blasts. Standing up again, the shield crackled and fazed out, temporarily down. Shifting power back to his minigun, he again continued to target anything that was moving towards him, cutting it apart with extreme prejudice. His M240B was out of ammo, and reloading was currently not going to happen as he was surrounded, so switching to a weapon he could reload faster was more in order. Sliding the machine gun onto his back, he slid off his M1 Garand, and began nailing headshots on the ones who had thrown the grenades. Emptying an eight-round stripper clip, he reloaded it rapidly, and returned to scoring headshots with the .30-06 rifle, the massive round shattering their skulls through their light headwear.[/i]