[i]JT analyzed Cylus' kit and grimaced. He was packing light enough that his weapons wouldn't punch through any parts of his suit, although he did know that this was the Dojo and people were very reliant on their abilities and all other sorts of things. Sighing audibly under his suit, JT would grab a revolver from his holster, drawing it fast enough that it didn't even look like he moved and the revolver just appeared in his hand. He stared Cylus down, gun raised for his torso. [/i]