"Well, do I have a good draw time?" [i]The Marshal asked of the man, as his arm nearly blurs entirely as he moves. He knew a man that was once considered the human blur due to how fast he moved, and JT matched his speed when I came to draw time. He pulled a Colt Anaconda from the side of his belt, the blackened colour making it look more devastating, and the polish forcing it to gleam in the sunlight. The weapon was aimed directly at The Frontiersman's opponent, as the barrel found itself staring into the chest of The Frontiersman's target. [/i]