Jackhammer stared at the blonde child. "Help us? right, sure well go for that." Jackhammer was a little crazy feeling at the moment, and in his head he could ony picture one thing- wrecking the dream world untill he found a way out. Without even meaning to, yet at the same time knowingly, Jackhammer said "power." and gave a relative description of what he wanted - the ability to destroy with his right hand. (Like Scars arm from full metal alechemist, only he cant use it much (yet))
(assuming you accept)
Jackhammer turned around, but hell to his knees clutching his right am. the sleve ripped itself to peices, and Jackhammer screamed in agony as a st of strange marks formed down his arm. hestared at them, the pain slowly dying down. "It... worked..." He said. He gripped the side of the fountain, pulled himself to his feet, then picked a stobe off the floor. he pictured it exploding, the marks on his arm flashed and it blew to peices. He felt somewhat tired after that, and he realised the more he used it at the moment he would fell more and more tired. He took off his ruined trech coat and top, and went into the shower room to clean off.
when he came out, he tossed his weapons ito the pile, and selected a HS10 shotgun, as well as as much ammo as he could, and a machine
pistol as backup. Then he selected some new clothes, a set of black leather trousers, bootss and a vest. he then found a dusty or sandy coloured poncho and pulled it over his head. then he waled bavk to the pile, picked up a straight razor and moved off the bathroom to shave.