[i]JT stayed eerily quiet as he started to circle as well, before he allowed his drill to become a regular metal fist again, and he ran towards Royal. The Marshal held the knife pointing downwards meaning the blade was upside down, and he spun in a circle as he slashed for Royal's throat with the intensity of a tiger striking it's meal. [/i]

[b]The hit landed, but at the same time didn't. It fazed through Royal's throat as it became shadowy. [/b] "Woah bud. No kill moves!"

"Don't be a pussy dude, I could fix your throat with nanites and the supplies at my shop." [i]JT said to Royal as he went to stab his left knee, coming in from his left side. [/i]

"See I knew something was wrong. I'm gonna go in your head. See what's up." [b]It fazes through his leg [/b] "What say you?"

"Stay the -blam!- out of my head." [i]He said to Royal, before a sickening grin crept onto the edges of his face. He could use this time to give Royal images of his past, which may just shock him. [/i]"Unless you want to know an old cowboys history."

"I'd love to." [b]Royal places a hand on JT'S head, concentrating [/b]

[i]His inner thoughts all came to him just then, and JT selected certain memories to think about. the first, JT was in a massive hangar of what appeared to be an airship, as he looked through the sights of what looked to be a futuristic looking AK-47. A woman sprinted to him, a pair of Desert Eagles at her hips, and she appeared to look no older than 17. "Lilah, get to the LAT for extraction, Zoren, Derek and I can hold them off!" JT shouted over the roar of gunfire as the woman went to a helicopter behind him, which belonged to a very young NWH. JT then pressed himself against the pile of crates and boxes he used as cover as he periodically popped over cover, and fired at what appeared to be the military force, distinguishable by their black and red military outfits, helmets and guns. The scene faded, and another scene came to be. JT stared deeply at a building covered in ash soot and cinder, as one man stood before the building, covered in more blood than anything. JT tore a door off of a nearby car that looked like a sleeker version of a Dodge Charger, as he slowly approached the man. "JT, why are you holding a door?" The bloodied figure asked curiously as he sheathed his sword, and JT lowered the car door. "Wasn't sure if you'd attack me, Etana." He jokingly said to the man he identified as a friend. Then the scene faded. The next was an earlier memory, when JT awoke from a deep slumber in a mostly destroyed building. He exited the grey building which had a red stripe going across it to spot a much younger yet equally as beautiful Diana, with a man he identified as Theron Exllious. "Theron, I told you to kill her!" JT shouted as he aimed his Pinn-7 to the woman, before the three talked it out. And now, an earlier memory. JT had left a weapon shop to the noises of bikes ripping down the roads, as he spotted a gang riding down the streets and terrorizing all the civilians in the streets around. His right arm, at the time, was a silver Cyborg's arm, and he shot his wrist out at a biker like a Just Cause grappling hook. He grappled from biker to biker, either snapping their necks or shooting them with his pistol, before he was finally shot and detained by police. This was the start of his adventure. And the next consists of him in prison. He was resting in a cell before explosions were heard ringing from the halls, and eventually his cell in the jail was blown open. He escaped the prison thanks to a rogue Psion, who was just on the warpath and even tried to kill off JT, but was unsuccessful. All these scenes were from when he was just 24, and as he got older, things started to become more and more generic. Gunslinging through the world from 25-38, running a 150,000 man PMC at 39, his wife and kids living on his base, the destruction of his PMC; His frequent sexcapades and adventures on the SHG Avalon; Findng himself trapped on the Bloodwrath, a chaos controlled ship belonging to the fallen Primarch of the Death Angels, Sarris-Sanguine; And eventually finding The Dojo. He lived a full life, and it was all revealed through these scenes to Royal, along with some darker things, like the death of his adopted family, him finding his adopted sister and them becoming close, him assassinating the man who made JT in a test-tube, his wife's passing, one of his children passing, and his brother in law passing. But all this just made him stronger. Royal knew the trials and tribulations of JT's long life, and why he considered himself to be a badass in all regards. Everything he's done, everything he knows, it's taken a toll on him. All he can do is think of the older times, the better times. Back in his heyday, JT was a badass by all regards. Few men could stand a chance at fighting him and winning today, the only ones he knows are Lance May, Etana "Sting" Lutu, Daego and Ivan Jokayavich, and that was all he could think of. When Royal left his head, he knew all about JT.[/i] [spoiler]Everythng I stated was an IN-RP event that happened, with the exception of his family's death, that was backstory. [/spoiler]

[spoiler]Holy cow [/spoiler] [b]Royal steps back.[/b] "Still so many questions. Thank you JT"

[spoiler]Ikr. He's the oldest character in the Dojo aside from the vets characters, and lived one long damn life. [/spoiler] "Yeah, well any question's I'm happy to answer."

"The cannibalism. How'd that happen?"

"Was on a mission, me and my team ran out of food early, so we ate the enemy. That was, shit, back in Cedyetica, maybe Trynt or Tethyx, I think."

"Holy cow."

"Yup, I get that a lot, whenever someone finds out. Usually most people try to kill me by now, they taste horrible." [i]JT jokingly said to him, as the shakes started to quell. [/i]"But seriously though, I'm probably the most civil cannibal I know."

"One word. Smough."

"What about him?"

"He's a cannibal. Or was."

"Just as long as he doesn't have human on a nightly basis, then he's good by me. That shit's fattening, and tastes horrible to most first-timers, so he best not have had guests over."

"...."

"Heh, that always shuts them up." [i]JT jokingly said to himself, before he sent his left fist, the metal one, hurdling for Royal's face. [/i]