[i]"Marshal JT." If Dale had been around the Dojo or Dojoville long enough, there was a good chance he heard of the Marshal at least once before. Not because JT was some sort of justice-dispensing paragon or a bringer of evil, but because the Dojo's city had been attacked more times than residents could count and he had been the one giving out prosthetics to the crippled. And because he was, frankly, kind of a shitlord with his actions in the city. "Well Dale, take your swing." JT put his rifle onto his back and gotten into a readied stance, his fists out in front of him as he stood slightly hunched. [/i] [spoiler]You ever play Assassins Creed? He's in the combat stance you'd be in when using fists, pretty much. [/spoiler]