[i]"Mother-blam!-er are you making me kill an Archduke? Because this is how World War One kicked off," JT said to Divia with a chuckle. His clothing shifted as well, rather than being a heavily armed cowboy he was not wearing a pair of jeans, black boots, and a grey tee shirt that hugged his extremely muscular torso. His Augs looked almost like flesh, and hidden in his hand was a dagger, one which was ornate and jeweled. He started walking down the street, motioning for Divia to come. He figured it was time to practice with that knife Lance had given him. [/i]