[spoiler]Well, you see, Frisky sorta nuked the bodies. So the armour is, like.. as nonexistent as God. Oh, damn, I just cut myself on my own edge. Eh. Either JT or Jacqui, then, because you Jac deserves to know, and Remy deserves the cowboy being a dick.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Aight, I'll have Jacqui find out from some Dojovillagers. JT will just tear Rem a new one, metaphorically. [/spoiler] [i]A click, a bang, and silence. Just behind Remy's head was the cold barrel of a revolver, pressing against the back of his neck like it was a threat of death, which really it was. Though the figure who was standing behind the knight was more or less a ten foot tall man in the armour he bore, so he had needed to be kneeling in order to successfully press the gun. The bang was from a second revolver slamming into the head of Jack, sending it flying off the ramparts as the coils within the gun propelled the bullet forwards with immense speed and power, as a warning to Remy. "Stand up. Or, jump off the ramparts. Now."[/i]

[i]Remy froze for just a moment, his breathing speeding up and going rather shallow - he was hyperventilating.. While the man wasn't fearful of death itself, he was fearful of the insanity that came with it. The Hollowing. The thought that he'd one day go insane, turning into a mindless, soul-hungering monster was terrifying to him, even though he, himself, had done some truly terrible things in the past. He then spoke, his voice surprisingly calm and still, not shaking in the slightest, [/i] "But, sir.. How dost thou expect this one to stand.. when his legs are dangling off this edge, and with that.. firearm pressed in his neck?" [i]He hesitantly used the word "firearm", having only recently learned it - though that wasn't his only reason for hesitating.. he wasn't certain that it was a gun. Remy didn't wait for an answer, his gloved hands placing themselves at his sides, and pushing himself off the edge. [/i]

[i]Normally JT emitted the very essence of calm as he would move but now... No, there was something far darker, more sinister floating around inside his mind when he looked down the iron sights and stared at Remy. So when he got off the ledge, JT's armoured, multiple hundred pound body slammed into the dirt below and just beside the Undead, the ground beneath shaking as he landed. [/i]

[i]Remy wanted to run the fück away, down the mountains, into the forest - just to hopefully escape from good.. this.. man? Was it even a man? Once the two were standing side-by-side, Rem remained silent for a moment, before speaking up with a soft, cautious voice, [/i] "So, uh.. sir, what dost thee want from this one? Did.. did Olivia sent thou?" [i]It only seemed logical, that Olivia sent the angry cowboy back during their little.. break up, I'll call it.. People getting pissed at what he did was the reason that.. man, Jason, did such.. terrible things to him. [/i]

JT didn't go under orders - It was his own volition, wanting Remy to suffer was his wish. He got the daughter of a friend pregnant and ran from his fate, and seeing as JT was a father of sixty seven living children if the one hundred and eight he knew about, he knew what kind of pain a father felt in leaving. But Remy didn't feel a thing from it. "I'm here on my own accord."

[i]That wasn't completely how it went.. You see, Remy fled from his responsibilities, yes, but at the time he didn't even know what pregnancy was in the first place, so he didn't run from that. Plus, he left with tears in his eyes - so he had definitely cared for Olivia.. And, now.. hell Remy found himself pathetic. He couldn't even think of a reason as to why he had fled. [/i] "Oh," [i]Was all the knight said in response, his sky blue eyes curiously looking at JT.. Perhaps there was some way he could beat the cowboy..? Sure, Rem was without his armour, but he was still an avid pyromancer, not to mention his skill with his sword, and the miracles. [/i]

Flame? Useless with JT's ceramic plates. Sword? One would need a hammer to crack the armour unless it was a heavy blade. Miracles? Well that all depends on what it is. The cowboy was beatable, but damn was he not going to go easy. "Yeah, now you pay the price. Go back to Olivia, and if you get anything to replace your stumps then I'll kill you. Left arm or right arm?"