[i]JT stood in the centre of the Dojo that very day. In either of his hands rested an M4A1 carbine, because there's nothing like the classics. Either gun had a twin drum Mag of 200 Rounds in them, either had a Red Dot Sight for JT to look down, and either was just as deadly as the man who held them. JT on the other hand, he was -blam!-ing PISSED. He was literally just here to massacre some shit and take names in the process. He was fully primed and not going to hold back against any competition he would face. [/i]