[i]"Running On our way, hiding You will pay dying One thousand deaths." The Marshal stood in the centre of Dojoville with a grin on his face. He hadn't given a damn for the people here, they were just a profit to him, ungrateful b*stards who couldn't fight for themselves. But still, he would defend them, for two reasons: One, this was his home turf, and two, the Cowboy knew exactly who was on the assault. So he had told his friend Carlos at the Dojo's clinic to text one "Meredith" on his phone a recording of the assault in process, and ran out the door moments after. Treyman stood beside JT, clad in his Legate's Armour of the Hunters Legion - Though with the Trolls Steel armour chestplate and Griffin Skin boots from the Void Wolves and Sigmar on the Alamo. His body was covered by a tiger-striped cloak, and his face obscured by his typical mask. In the skies above, NTR Sparrowhawks and the enemy ships were engaged in combat. Altreath's forces were a powerful force to fight, though the Republic had creativity and numbers as well as strength that could rival Altreath's, so they could help hold them off in a bloody conflict above for the time being without introducing the currently cloaked NTR Inquisitor or it's pair of Alamo's that covered the east and west sides of the ship from harm. Both the Cowboy and the Riftwalker raised their guns and fired. JT took shots with his Champions' Rifle, and Treyman silently shot from his Ranger Sequoia, ass opposed to JT singing Metallica's "Seek N' Destroy." [/I]