[i]If blood was to replace limbs and wounds, JT would have to use a special tactic he had learned quite some time ago. It would look strange, feel confusing and be difficult to pull off, and it would 100% look like some flirt shit, though it was lethal as all hell. The Marshal sheathed his weapons, cracked his knuckles, and looked at the oncoming target with a chuckle. [/i]