[i]Her actions hadn't gone unnoticed. The sound of galloping echoes throughout the canyon, keeping a steady pace of four steeps per second, though each time a hoof hit a ground there was always the sound of a spring bouncing as it approached. The one who drew near rode a horse, though it looked more akin to a robot. The legs from it's inverted knees down were all metallic while the upper legs were chestnut brown, much like the underbelly of the horse. The eyes were a crimson red colour, while the body of the horse was a silver colour, which sent the light from the sun bouncing off the armour to blind anyone that stared at it. Whether or not Fire would be affected remains unknown. The figure that rode the horse was much like the trusty steed companion he rode upon, in that he was robotic in nature, a twisted hybrid of man and machine to some, and a glorious creation of god to others. The figure bore a long duster on his body, tattered and torn along the bottom of the outfit which had six circular, .44 sized bullets resting in the body. The figure's jumpsuit beneath it, though, that was a strange emerald green shade, adorned with black along the collar, ankles and wrists. It was a one piece suit, though it had a belt which was held up by a bandolier and the pure tightness of the belt, for the wearer didn't feel it. The bandolier had a variety of bullets encased in pure lead, each one keeping radiation from seeping out as the depleted uranium inside was still lethal. The bullets on the bandolier was for the twelve gauge shotgun across the figures back, which was a tri-barreled shotgun with no stock, but a pair of twin triggers on the flintlock-esque grip. The weapon looked foreign to these lands, much like the pair of .44 magnum revolvers at the cowboy's hip, which had yellow cylinders and a pair off yellow barrels. All of these were guns he earned through black market deals back at his old home, though who knew what other weapons the cowboy possessed on him. The figure's left arm under his duster's sleeve was a strangely made prosthetic. It was all black in nature aside from the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix on the top, a gift from the first Dojo Lieutenant, who had fell in battle so long ago. His right arm was a dark grey carbon fibre arm, which had a colour of skin painted over the grey but a few scratches b the wrist gave off it's true colours. The figure seemed to have burn marks on the left half of his well aged face, though they were almost impossible to notice because of the synthetic skin he had. A dyed white beard rests on his face and looked to have been recently trimmed, though his head was covered by a brown cowboy hat that matched his duster. "Hold there, lass." The Techno-Cowboy said to the woman, with a thick Texan accent that laced his words flawlessly. [/I]