[spoiler]Huehuehue, boutta give this fight some interesting shit. [/spoiler] [i]And suddenly, a change of scenery. In both JT's favour and Ren's. It looked like Neo-Paris in the year 2036, as in it had supremely tall buildings in the distance and a single cobblestone street of shops all around the duo, illuminated by nothing but streetlights and a synthetic moon with twinkling stars above. JT had also selected a cyberpunk-esque feel to it, so all around were cars and bikes of a truly beautiful fashion, and civilians in sharp black suits speaking into phones on their wrists. Some were cyborgs and had it built in, some were just citizens who had a TacPad like a Pip-Boy on the bottom of their forearms. People were frozen in place, from the citizens to the Punks running on the roof, to even a fireball that some mage was conjuring up from the skies as he jumped off a rooftop, a Psion. The sweet sounds of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iu-WAHBbW8&list=RD1iu-WAHBbW8]E.S PostHumus' Ebla[/url] added to the semi-futuristic vibes as some SERIOUS nostalgia hit JT, rendering him distracted and unable to do combat as well as he once did. And so he grappled up to another rooftop and slingshotted himself to the very top after he got close, before he stood and looked to Ren. "France for the French, Neo for the Punk."[/I]