[i]A woman had been watching JT for...quite a bit, it seemed, silently watching the cowboy train with an intensity that she had never seen him show. The woman could tell that he was furious, though she did somewhat enjoy seeing him fight so well. Her olive green vest was on, under it a layer of carbon armor, to protect her from some amount of harm. Her left hand was wearing a steel gauntlet, the metal shining quite brightly, while the right simply had a thin leather glove. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail, emerald green eyes looking upon JT as he kept training, a slight scar running down her slightly tanned cheek. Slung over her back was a semi-automatic supercharged plasma rifle, a clip already within it. It was loaded and ready to fire, it seemed. At the woman's waist were two holsters: one holding a .44 Magnum revolver and the other holding several sharpened knives. And finally, twirling in the woman's right hand was a sharpened rapier, the tip pointed and polished, the word "Finesse" engraved into the handle. As JT finished up business, the woman softly spoke, not exactly happy with what had been going on with him.[/i] "Monsieur JT...is that not a little [i]too[/i] violent?" [i]It was Ren, the augmented French assassin duelist that both had a thing against magic and had somewhat known JT, as she had taken a job for him in the past.[/i]