[i]"You fúcking asshole! Liar! Bítch! Dickhead, ugh!" Natalie shouted in a sudden fit of rage, striding forwards with her palm extended. She sent forth a Telekinetic Blast at the Marshal in a cry of rage, although his hand was much quicker and he closed the gap, grasping her wrist and raising it into the air. The tent shook as the roof and structure was hit by a shift of gravity that was intended to blow away at least two hundred pounds, but another blast wouldn't come due to JT pulling off the ring from Natalie when he let her arm go. He felt it with his skeletal fingers on the left hand as he pulled himself away from the girl, a dry chuckle lacing itself with his newfound words. "Kid calm the fûck down 'fore I use that walking stick of yours as a beating log. Who gave you the authority to call me out?" JT had a point - All he did was enter the tent and talk to Freya, and he had not crossed paths with Natalie in quite some time. She was seething with rage and anger, before making an attempt to tackle him. JT just stepped to the right, allowing Nat to come crashing down into the chair that JT was previously sitting in. Both clashed and hit the ground on their sides, and Natalie stood with a scowl to the machine of a man. "What gives me the fûcking authority? The fact you harassed my goddamned girlfriend, you piece of shi-" "The girlfriend that not only flirted with me, but also claimed she had the better draw time. We duelled with blanks using my guns, and I won. Told th' harlot to go and talk t'you about it." "So you got into a shootout with her? That makes it [b]so much[/b] better." "A duel, not a shootout you fûcking mentally impaired ferret. With blanks." Natalie rose to her feet in rage and approached the Marshal, deftly snatching the ring right out of his hand. He scowled and put the fear of God into Natalie for a moment at the sight - legendary or not, JT could scare a demon back into hell with his glare - but she soon regained composure. She slid the ring on and stood at the entry to the tent, waiting for Isabella to grab the badge. Tension filled the air like a poison, with no vents to filter the air out of the room. JT only broke the silence after a moment of staring at the other three in the room, his face unnaturally dull and stoic now. "Freya, tell me - Y'all need anything done around 'ere?"[/i]