[i]Some distance from the cowboy, the literal polar opposite of JT was training as well.[/i] [i]Steel cleaved through the thick straw of training dummies, as they fell to the barren, cracked ground of the courtyard with only a faint thud, the light material falling from their "bodies" like vitals would exit a sliced human. Upon the seventh target that had been destroyed, the one who was practicing finally sheathed their katana, before sitting down upon a bench and drawing it once more in order to inspect it.[/i] [i]To describe the being in particular - it appeared to be a female, due to the body frame and slight curves. She appeared to be a samurai, in some sense, due to the apparel that she bore: it consisted of lightweight wooden armor, accompanied by plates of steel underneath and leather, ancient in design yet quite useful against melee weaponry, in some sense. Think of the Orochi armor in For Honor, that's a basic description of it. It was tinged with dark blue and deep red, perhaps to signify some level of importance.[/i] [i]Clasped within her hand was a singular, twenty-three inch long katana, the blade being cleaned by her gloved hand, which clutched a rag. Once she had cleaned it, it was as sharp and clean as ever, the edge of the blade gleaming. If her facial expression was seeable, for it was hidden away by a mask that was decorated to look like the growling maw of an oni - she would be smiling in some amount of satisfaction. [/i] [i]The samurai didn't draw her attention to JT as he fired up each target - although, she did look over a few times at him. Oddly enough - the light over her frame flickered a faint green - it was familiar, in some sense.[/i]