[i]"You aren't Irina," JT noted with a grin. As she neared the Frontiersman he holstered his revolver, drawing a pair of blades from his hips. Identical twins, one was swathed in an aura of flame and the other had one of poison. He dashed towards the Vileblood, jumping at her in the last second as his spring loaded legs sent him barreling through the air at her. Both blades? Directed in a downwards slash, delivered to her shoulders. "Because Irina would know that I'd use her destroyed head as a meal and her body as a sex toy." That last bit was a joke, JT had relationships, despite not seeing either of his girlfriends in a long time. Deja vu. [/i]