In truth, he was an awful fighter if he didn't have his throwing knives with him. Right now they were the only useful weapons that he could use because taking off his mask wasn't exactly an option either. The Hellhound had no reason to use the likes of his teeth, he wasn't some damned animal after all. There was still a little semblance of hope that Vagabond had that they would all return to being human, but the more and more the days continued the less likely it seemed that it would happen and that they were actually stuck. If that was true, Vagabond wasn't sure how he was going to react either. One thing was for certain, he needed to get stronger and needed to make it so that he got injured a lot less. He seemed to constantly get injured after a job, and that just made it difficult for him out of consideration that he was struggling to heal some of the wounds that he had. None of them were infected, and he was lucky for that, but being sore all of the time was certainly a pain in the ass. Vagabond was considered to be more of the ruthless part of the crew, but there were plenty of amazing fighters and amazing specialists that were in the group as well. He wasn't just the only good fighter, as both Rimmy and Mogar were pretty damn good. He had seen Goldenboy get near a fight, but the guy had basically preferred his electronics over the likes of a gun sometimes. God, what Vagabond would give to be able to have a gun right now and make his life so much easier. A gun would do all the work for him.

One could probably consider Vagabond to be an idiot that he didn't know what his powers were called or that they were even abilities in the first place. He could conjure things sometimes, and then he could throw his knives using the air. Luckily when he had approached, his approach muffled thanks to his air elementals muffling the sound his paws made in the sand, making him somewhat stealthy, he only heard Bai Shi calling out for battle training. In Vagabond's eyes, the kid was just a kid and nothing else. Sure, the guy talked like he was an adult, but he had met children like that before when they were forced to grow up way too quickly. He flicked one of his ears as he would stop in Goldenboy's blind spot. Vagabond would wait there for a couple seconds and move one of his legs as he attempted to give Goldenboy a small scare as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere for the caracal. If that worked, the Hellhound would chuckle a little bit as he would stride forward. He had no intention of joining the 'training' or whatever it was called as he did his training alone most of the time. Unless someone tried to spar him, which Rimmy had done at one point when they were human. "Aren't you a little bit young to be thinking about fighting?" Vagabond questioned with a small tilt of his head. His question was genuine, as he didn't like the idea of watching a child fight when there were plenty of adults around.