"Now we just need t-GAH!" Johnny yelped as a whip lashed onto his arm, one crewmate taking advantage of his distraction. Now normally, Johnny's jacket would do the proper job of absorbing the blow. However, this was something stronger. His didn't hurt, it simply...stopped working. It was like he was wearing a lead weight on his forearm.

"Hold up, something's wrong!" he yelled, feeling his body sway, "I feel...off-balance. Are these weapons tainted with some kind of poison?"