[i]JT wasn't expecting the Katar hit to the torso and as such it pierced the flesh of his upper abdomen with ease, though JT was quite accustomed to working under stress and pain. Hell, he was known to tank bullets as large as a 5.56 round. And so when he was stabbed an ear-shattering scream was let out to try and disorient Ren, before his right fist was launched at her throat. Though he didn't punch and his arm was by his waist, rather he clenched his fist and sent a grapple for her throat. [/i]

[i]Actually somewhat stunned, Ren was first taken back by the cowboy's yell, actually surprised by his sudden scream. She was about to withdraw the katar, to even apologize. Ironically, she hated seeing people in pain. Well, she was going to do something like that. Until the grappling hook slammed into her throat, tearing through muscle and flesh as blood immediately poured through the devastating wound. Her mouth hanging open, Ren immediately let go of her katar's handle, reaching up and ripping the hook out and then falling back, dark blood dripping from her mouth and neck. Still...she began to try and get up, although her neck had been torn through by the hook. After a moment, she eventually stayed down, beginning to slowly die. Of course, she wouldn't actually die, due to the fact that this was virtual reality. But still, it would be nice of JT to atleast finish her off.[/i]

[spoiler]Hue, never let JT end a fight, trust me. [/spoiler] [i]And so when the Marshal witnessed the woman fall he felt a pang of guilt, seeing as he saw potential in the dying woman. Soon after, though, he remembered it was a VR situation and... Well, flashbacks of an old friend came to him, before he approached Ren. "Sorry." With that one word said he grabbed Ren's right arm with his own, planted his boot on the chest of the French duelist, and he pulled up with extreme strength. Flesh was severed and bone was separated to make way for a tide of crimson blood that streamed from the woman's body, as her arm was torn off. JT slammed it into her body repeatedly like a gangster with a baseball bat does in the hood, like a Locust to a Cog, or like JT when doing a finisher. [/i]

[i]Thrashing around slightly as the limb was ripped from it's socket, Ren didn't even scream in utter pain, although she did slam her head into the ground only once, preparing for the worst to happen. And it did, really. Still thrashing around silently as JT slammed the arm into her, her left hand simply laid on the ground. Instead of intervening or atleast grabbing the .44 magnum revolver at her side and either try to shoot JT or even herself, probably in an attempt to escape fate, Ren remained still, or somewhat still, as the arm came crashing down onto her chest, head, already bleeding neck...you get the drift. [/i] [i]Some time later, what was left of Ren's upper half was mostly a bloody pulp, her face disfigured and quite literally torn apart by the cowboy. Ren's left hand simply twitched a little, before suddenly going completely still. Ren had finally died within the virtual reality.[/i]

((End, GG))

((GG, lol. Now Ren's gonna be doing some military level training n shit to get on JT's level.))

((Lmao, he can train Ren if ya want))