[I]JT stepped away from Dale for a moment, taking a second to reassess his wound - The holes in his body were now filled internally by his muscles as they had returned to their normal spots and some of his "Blood" moved in to assist in fixing the holes, starting with making the edges of the cuts so it wouldn't snag on his clothes. JT grinned then, pulling his twin swords from his hips as he looked to Dale. "You've got a good arm, haven't seen somethin' like that since my buddy got diced up. Twenty years ago was th' last time someone cut through metal like -blam!-in' butter." [/i]