[i]Proving Worth As A Fighter // Dojo Courtyard // 1100 Hours[/i] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [i]And from amidst the dirt and stained droplets of blood that composed the Courtyard's cold, cold ground, JT rose from them that day. He had been kneeling a moment before in some form of either prayer or... Well nobody really knows, but whatever it was, JT had finished up with it. Passing people of the Dojo knew exactly what he was here to do on this day, because there was a single sign that protruded from the ground, one which said that JT was going to fight literally anybody that came for him. Deathmatch or sparring match, it was not up to him to choose. The Marshal bore his usual duster that day, although his loadout was a tad bit different than usual. Rather than a pair of revolvers, he held a pair of Mac 11 SMG's in either of his cold, metallic hands. His back held a pair of swords, either one being a gift from The Dancer for sparing her life. On his belt was a single pistol, one that looked like a sleeker version of a M1911 pistol, this was a Pinn-7. He looked as if he was waiting for nobody in particular, aside from a challenger. He knew most of the Dojo could easily combat him, so this was going to be a fight for his life if the challenger decided on ddeathmatch. [/i] [spoiler]Open. Y'all can kill the cowboy if you want, idfc lol. [/spoiler]