[i]The one who wandered nearby the Dojo was one without armour. One of course who thought it was useless to him, but that's just because he was overly confident and just a slight bit cocky. His arrogance and lack of good arms would eventually be his downfall, but for now he was relatively safe with what he did wield. The man had a duster on his body, but it looked as if it had been through hell and back, which was easily able to be told by the tears along the bottom, and the six bullet holes that rest on the chest of the jacket. Blood surrounds the circles, but each stain was dried up, as if it had happened in an endeavour long ago. Beneath the duster was a single jumpsuit across the wearers body. It seemed to be a custom made one though, seeing as it was comprised of a strange element that shifted and morphed around his body. While it would serve no real combat bonus, it was still a good thing to have if you don't want rips in the outfit from any possible augments. The man had bore a hat atop his head, one which cast a grim shadow onto his half-charred mug. The left half of his face was horribly burned and scarred, while the right side was still as handsome as ever. A trimmed, dyed white beard rested across his aged face, which seemed to make him look a tiny bit older than he was, which was forty years old at the moment. The Cowboy had a set of exquisite revolvers at his hips. The twin revolvers were a completely black shade, but the barrels and cylinders were all silver. The right gun had the word "Sixe" engraved in black on the barrel, while the word "Grimace" had been engraved on the left firearm. Both of the weapons did look nice however, they were clean and devoid of dirt or markings. Across the figures torso was a bandolier of bullets, containing ammunition for what seemed to be a tri-barrelled shotgun that rested across the cowboys back. The firearm was without a stock though, which means it could easily be used with only one hand if the user was strong enough. His waist held two swords on the sides of his belt, just behind the revolvers, which were both hidden by the duster. Either of the blades rested there, both with curved blades on the hilts of theirs. One was imbued with flame, and one was embedded with some form of dark magic to it. (Literally The Dancer's swords from Dark Souls.) Neither of his arms were flesh and blood, rather they were machines. Steel and ceramic was used on the left arm, which was all black and devoid of all colour aside from the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix engraved in blue on the arm. The right was silver entirely, save for the faded letters in red that rest on his shoulder. But, both were hidden by the duster and jumpsuit, all aside from the hands. He looked briefly to the group who trained, and wondered exactly what they were up to. So, he approached them with a curiosity about him. "Sniper and spotter I'll assume?" [/i]

"[i]You could say that,[/i]" [b]The woman says, getting up.[/b] "Who are you?" [b]Asks the man.[/b]

"Someone with experience in sniping." [i]The stranger jests, though there was too much truth in his words. [/i]"I'm JT."

"[i]Ez.[/i]" "Zeln." "[i]Anyways, what're you doing this far out? The nearest city is a few hundred miles away.[/i]"

"I'm from the Dojo, decided to find a good place to train away from it for a bit so I can get some peace, found y'all snipin'."

"I'm just here to provide cover fire." "[i]We were just dispatched by the military to take out this guy, police couldn't handle it themselves, apparently. What's this dojo you speak of?[/i]"

"It's a Dojo up in the mountains, home to some of the worlds best fighters."

"Worlds best fighters, huh?" "[i]I doubt we would fit in there.[/i]" "Nah, we killed plenty." "[i]Of innocents. That couldn't see us.[/i]" "Ahh, who cares. Still killed 'em."

"Innocents, terrorists, junkie pyromaniacs who sell KAP-8 and Data-chips... We have a lot of people that got killed by our fighters."

"[i]Speaking of terrorists....[/i]" "We heard there's been a lot of criminal activity here lately." "[i]Your dojo wouldn't happen to be... involved, would it?[/i]"

"Terrorists? Nah, my boys would've taken care of them around the Dojo, and the actual guards at the Dojo would've taken them out if they got close."

[b]They look at each-other.[/b] "Hmm. Better to still be cautious. Anyways, tell us more about this dojo."

"You come to the Dojo, you soar, you have nights of fun. Heh, phrasing."

"Sounds really vague." "[i]Might as well give it a look.[/i]" "How do we get in?"

"Just head over and wait for a pre-approved tester to clear you for entry."

[b]They walk over to the dojo, about a mile away.[/b] "Actually, we really don't have time for this." [b]Erzon seems to hear something in her headset. She begins speaking into a microphone.[/b] "[i]Squad 6, here. This is Soldier Erzon. Yes. Understood. Yes, sir.[/i]" [b]She looks up.[/b] "[i]Terrorist group of about 15 spotted nearby. We've got to take them out, they're heading towards Entil City.[/i]"

"You guys need any assistance or do you have it handled?"

"[i]Assistance is always appreciated.[/i]" "Commander is sending coordinates now...." "[i]Alright, let's get going. Lead the way, Zeln.[/i]" [b]Zeln begins running to the west of the dojo.[/b]

[i]The Marshal grabbed a singular revolver from his belt, Grimace, and spun the weapon in his hand. He then proceeded to follow the pair, keeping up effortlessly as he took truly great strides. The springs in his legs were propelling him. [/i]

[b]After about fifteen minutes, they arrive at a cliff. Below them is a camp.[/b] "This is it. Ez, get ready." [b]Ez backs up, lies down, and aims down her sights.[/b]

"Alright, you guys got a specific role you need me to accomplish? Distraction, assault, anything?"

"They seem to be really preoccupied with something inside their tents." "[i]We need them to get out. Find a way to lure them out.[/i]"

"Alright, say no more." [i]JT stepped back and looked at the cliff, before he sprinted directly for it. He jumped off the cliffs edge and soared through the skies, before he landed on the ground below. With that, he grabbed his revolvers and shot into the air twice, to get their attention. [/i]

[b]Somebody comes running out, shouting in an unknown language. Erzon instantly pulls her trigger, and the man falls down, dead. Zeln jumps down, assault rifles at the ready.[/b]

[i]Time for The Frontiersman to start working. A glint appeared in the cowboy's eyes, around twelve of them to be specific. He stared directly into the tents and spotted his targets with his peripheral vision. His arms were automatically guided to the chests of his opponents, but being a natural Sharpshooter, JT aimed for the heads of his opponents. All the shots in his revolvers were directed for the heads of his enemies, around 10 from what he had left in the cylinders, before he holstered them again. [/i]