originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
[i]With the growl, JT stopped dead in his tracks. He stared down the go to his opponent, as he hovered his right hand over the revolver at his side. A tumbleweed of blood and bones rolled past, and the sky got noticeably brighter. JT was in the stance of a standoff. [/i]
[spoiler]Yee Haw mother-blam!-er. [/spoiler]
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[i]JT kept the rings for a... Pet project he may be able to pull off. He stored them on the NWH Flame of Winter orbiting the Dojo from space, so they were in top secret care. [/i] ((End))
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[b]The Dancer dodged the weapon with ease, beginning to circle you. Most above all, she was looking for an opening, really.[/b]
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[b]Vordt practically busts through it with ease. He slams through several more before finally slowing down, turning towards you. The cold presence is getting closer...[/b]