[i]Soon, the heavy mechanized footwork of the Techno-Cowboy echoed throughout the Dojo's emptiest courtyard and the hallway that he was leaving, which in turn gave away his position to the woman of electricity that awaited him. He wasn't equipped with his armour or his nanites, rather he had his older gear equipped on his body. Beneath the tattered brown duster was a vest, black and made of Kevlar like what many police were adorned with. He also wore pads on the upper and lower arms/legs, but his head was free of anything but his hat. His armaments were fairly light for what he was used to bringing into a combat scenario. Across his back was a two and a half foot longsword, which was surely to be put to good use to the Marshal. But only one revolver graced his hip, and on the other side of it, on the left, was a Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger. "Well, we're here to train. Hit me."[/i]