[i]JT grinned with a sort of psychotic yet pleased smile; She wanted combat? He would grant it. The Marshal's hands found themselves on the hilts of the weapons at his hips, the pair of jagged swords that gleamed with an aura unique to them, one toxic, the other one alset aflame. He ripped either from the leather clasps that bound them to him and immediately wasted no time, lashing out and bringing his blades across their bodies with brutish strength. He didn't swing to elegantly leave a cut, no, he swung to year limbs from flesh, with the strength to tear a zombie in half easily. His augmented strength helped with it, and his machine stamina made them almost like toys to be played with. [/i]