[i]A pair of men simultaneously approached the figure, either one looking far, far different than each other. The first was a cowboy. He bore a duster that had a light brown shade to it, which truly brought out the light line of dirt that stains the tattered bottom of the outfit. He had a pair of boots that matched his duster, though the outfit underneath it was strange. The jacket was open, which allowed an emerald green jumpsuit to stand out, the black trimmings making his leather belt seem foreign yet at home on his body. A pair of revolvers lay in the holsters, hidden by the duster. He had a cowboy hat atop his head, which casted a great shadow over his face, only allowing the bottom of his trimmed beard to escape the shade. Either of his hands had a strange colour: Left was silver, right was an onyx black. In his hands though, was a single, stockless, tri-barreled shotgun. The second was far less of a displaced figure in time, and more of... Well, nobody knows for sure. This one had a cloak that rested on his body, though it had the stripes of a tiger on it, making the black-on-orange pattern look beautiful. It reached his feet and the floor, which left a shadow in the centimeters-long gap between ground and cloak. The hood was down and he had no mask, which revealed the icy blue eyes of the man, which seemingly chilled the air, while his fiery red hair cooled it again. There was a black belt of leather that went across his midsection, which tightened the cloak at that one point on his waistline. There was a set of four revolvers, two on either side of his body. One red, one blue, one white, one Ranger Sequoia. On his back was a rifle, one of a strange design, and their was a sniper beside it. Both were Anti-Matter. In either of his hands was a six inch combat knife, both the blades being blackened. Both men seemed calm and confident, though the cowboy seemed like a wildcard in potential combat scenarios. [/i]