Gunslinger // Dojo Gates // 11:59 AM // Marshal JT. The scorching ball of gas and plasma that was the sun had been sending its heavenly rays down onto the soil of Tatakai, which in turn illuminated the entire hemisphere of the world that was facing it. Though the hat atop JT's head managed to keep the sunlight away from his eyes in rather blinding quantities, and the absence of light allowed quite the shadow to be cast over his face, which consisted of sun kissed skin, with two cyan blue spheres called eyes inside the head and a nice red beard of stubble, which was dyed brown to fit his cowboy image. JT's duster flew behind him slightly as a light breeze zoomed past his well built body, but he didn't move an inch from his spot as he waited. For who was he awaiting? The ballsiest man he could have ever known, or the one with a death wish. The clock read eleven fifty nine and JT was eagerly awaiting high noon to arrive, because that would mean his enemy wasn't going to show up in the most barren of courtyards, and that would also mean a bullet wasn't to be wasted. But that was a wish that would go unfulfilled as soon as a man in a black vest walked through the area, one with a white shirt tucked into his brown pants and a black desperado's hat atop his head. He had not a modern revolver like the Frontiersman was packing, instead he carried a Colt Army Revolver from the days of old, it was single-action compared to JT's double-action but it was still just as effective. Either man stopped when there was a fifty foot gap between the two, and either gunslinger just gave off a stare that would send chills down the spine of any who watched. When it came time to draw, the small bell in JT's head chimed like it did every day at twelve o' clock in the afternoon. Either man gripped the pistol at their hips as JT's bionic arm held the comfort grip tightly, as the other man was just beginning to wrap his fingers around the gun. By the time JT had been pulling it up and cocking the hammer of his weapon, the figure he faced had just barely managed to get his finger on the trigger of the gun. And when JT looked down the barrel of his gun, he saw why the man had challenged him, for he had been pulling his weapon faster than any gunslinger on Tatakai had ever been able to see. One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, five shots, six shots. JT fanned the hammer with the speed of a bullet using his thumb, to the point that the gun was barely given any time to shift around inside. When each of the .44 shots flew out from the smoking barrel of his gun, they each propelled into different limbs of the body. The first two slammed into the hands of JT's opponent, the third into the solar plexus, four and five rendered his kneecaps useless, and six embedded itself into the cranium of the man, which sent him stumbling backwards as the bullets staggered his body and forcibly made him collapse as the last bullet hit. And so JT holstered his revolver, turned, and addressed the crowd behind him. "You all chose to risk letting a bullet travel through me and hit one of you? Smart choice, 'cause I don't take bullets." ((Open for interaction. Fight, talk, whatever :3 ))