[b][i]Elecin simply stared, in awe. He wore black combat pants, black gloves, and a loose white shirt. His blade, Thundering Skies, was sheathed on the left side of his belt. His revolver in its holster on the right. He glanced down at his revolver, wondering why he couldn't shoot like that. He always seemed to miss. And here this cowboy was, not even needing to look at his targets…. He wandered over to The Marshal. He wanted to fight those digistructed enemies; it couldn't hurt to give it a try, could it?[/i][/b]