[i]What happens when the world's strongest man met Tatakai's strongest cyborg? JT pondered the question as he entered the arena, thoughts of just how much Dale could take running rapidly through his augmented mind as he considered the possibilities. Either the two were evenly matched or one of them had the advantage - JT had to be on his guard in here. And so the Marshal loaded into the arena, his usual duster and hat resting firmly atop his head while his belts crossed over the wait of some blue jeans, a bright white shirt bring kept away beneath a fancy vest under the jacket. He didn't load any guns in with him beyond a rifle, though it was all out of ammunition so he could practice using his Champion's Rifle as a sort of club. He had a pair of jagged swords on his hip as well as a makeshift gladius, though he didn't draw them and rather held the barrel of his rifle in his hands. "Ready?" [/i]