"Yes it is! You shot my -blam!-ing DAUGHTER!!!" JT shouted to Vorim as he progressively got closer and closer, his augmented arms and legs unable to grow tired. Even if JT were dead could fight it seemed. And damn would he fight until Vorim was a crippled, injured ball of fur and paw. ((There's no reasoning with JT lmao. Imagine if your daughter/son wad shot right in front of you, would you not try to kill the guy that may have killed the kid?))