[b]Do I Really Need A Title? // Dojo VR // JT[/b] [i]"Seriously this is like the sixtieth time I've been in here, does anyone want to spar? I won't even be an ass about it this time, I can't get a damn good fight any other way." JT spoke with a chuckle to his words, as he unsheathed a gladius from his belt and threw it in the floor before him, tip-down. He had thoughts of boredom and hope for a fight racing through his mind, causing him to scan the desert coliseum he has conjured up in the virtual reality that he would do combat in. The Marshal produced a simple gauntlet from his jacket, which eventually morphed around his right arm and became a black armour of sorts. nanomachines were always a thing he could use to their fullest potential, and this old trick was no exception to him. Their would be an enemy coming any minute now, and he was waiting hopefully and somewhat expectantly. [/i] (open)