[i]JT took the sword, removed his helmet, and approached the blast doors. He reared his head back, the armour moving one foot behind the cowboy as he prepared himself for use of his Dragons Breath augmentation. The sword was held out flat ahead of him, just between the door and the Marshal. A barrel of steel and iron poked out of his mouth then, though at a distance the flames spewing out of it in a cone of fire and greases being spat out, it was almost impossible to tell with the naked eye. It would take JT some good few minutes to burn through it, but not only was the sword red hot and by his side now, he had burned his way entirely through the door and reduced it to a pile of nothing. "Don't -blam!- with the dragon!" [/i]