[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]