[i]JT was tired off the fabricated persona of a badass that he built up for himself ever since entering the Dojo, though he did enjoy being both feared and respected by his peers since day one. A single tear shed from his eye and rolled down the synthetic flesh of his left cheek as a single thought came to his mind, and then a second eventually took place. And so another target formed and a Gladius sword formed in his left and right hands, where he proceeded to hack and slash at a dummy as the mental anguish was dulled and he focused on physically perfecting his stance. "Daughter got shot and in that same day an old rival comes back to fight."[/i]