[b]Pissed Off Bastard // Dojo Courtyard // 12:54 PM // JT, Digistructed Training Targets. [/b] [i]Footsteps signaled the incoming approach of The Techno Cowboy that day as he sprinted through the gates and kicked up dirt behind him, which landed on the brown boots he wore that matched his dark brown pants. The Marshal had his eyes trained on the first in a long series of targets, completely black figures with nothing but their fists raised as they watched JT approach. The first was met by JT's right hand colliding with his face as he spun around fully, but The Marshal spun halfway as well and took a step back, while pressing his left elbow into the throat of his now dead target. The second in the group went to place his right hand on JT's right shoulder, before JT spun and grabbed the figures wrist with his own right hand, and he punched it's head with his left mechanical hand, which carried the strength needed to completely cave in the skull of the digistructed figure. The remaining five stared in awe at the takedown committed by this cowboy, who appeared to possess much more strength than he would ever let on. A single bead of sweat rolled down his half-charred mug and splashed itself on the white undershirt he wore beneath his brown duster, as he planted his foot on the ribcage of his target and ripped the arm off of his fallen enemy. Fake blood splattered on his duster before the crimson substance dripped from his duster, as he looked to his next enemy who was on his right. JT dashed for his enemy with the intensity of a Viking who was midway through the heat of battle as he swung low, but his opponent jumped back. The Marshal swung for his head now, going sideways since his last blow ended up directly beside his shoulder, and the head of the target collided with the arm of his fallen brother in a hit so powerful that it would force the dummy to fall several feet to the right. The Techno Cowboy dropped the arm to the floor as it collided with the dirt, and four targets remained for JT to absolutely slaughter. Two came in from either side of JT just then. One punched high for his face while the other tried to deliver a kick to his back. But either blow was intercepted when JT drew his twin T-29 Quantum revolvers, pointed his left at the right enemy and his right at the left enemy, and fired as two .44 rounds flew to the heads of either man, without JT even needing to look at his targets. He stared to the next of his targets as a sickening shadow was cast on his face from the brown wide-brimmed hat he wore, as he aimed the revolvers to him and fired all twelve rounds, which connected with his targets chest for the first eight, and the next two connected with either of his eyes. The last target would be fearing for his life just then, if he were capable of feeling fear at all. JT placed either of his revolvers back in their leather holsters at his hips, as his hand snapped back and covered the onyx black forearm and blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix that adorned it, as six long triangular strips protruded from the hole where his hand was, before they all took place to form an industrial drill just then. The weapon spun violently as JT sprinted to his target, and he jammed the tip onto his digital enemy's stomach, and it proceeded to launch his fake entrails all around and his blood splattered all over JT's muscular body and outfit, as the drill even pierced bone and fell backwards to the ground, before fading out of existence. JT's hand returned to its original state as he looked all around the zone of chaos he just caused, as one by one the bodes he wreaked havoc on had faded into nothing but a set of pixels before even those disappeared, leaving just a cowboy with a wide grin that stretched ear to ear. He was an insane son of a bitch truly, but he did not often get to show this angry and murderous side of him. He wouldn't kill another Dojo member, but if given the chance to, he would use their bodies as bullet sponges and sex toys for his men, lifeless or not. But thankfully he wasn't showing that insanity, unless it was time for combat. [/i] ((Open for a fight, conversation, whatever. Just know JT won't hold back due to power gaps, as I have him do for most people.))