[i]JT wasn't a true bladesman at heart. He could hit things and fight a man with little training, where he exceled though was with his augmented weapon, the Drill. And so the cowboy stumbled back with a deep breath as the kick sent him a ways away, though seeing as JT weighed in at 400 pounds at least with all his augs, it didn't send him too far. His left sword was sheathed but the right remained as The Marshal's hand folded back and wrapped around the forearm, as six long triangular strips expelled themselves from the very depths of his wrist. They took a cone shape with most of the ceramic and steel being around the middle of his forearm and the tip of the weapon formed around where the tip of his middle finger would be if extended to the max. He pretty well had a Big Daddy's arm. "You fight well, maybe you could teach an old cowboy a thing or two about blades."[/i]