GONNA FIND YOU | ATTACK + SERIOUS INJURIES

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

He wasn't a good guy. Probably would never be. He knew exactly where that got him if he tried to play nice. It would almost seem like everything would happen better for him if he just kept his mouth shut and went to work with what he did best. He had learned plenty during his time as a soldier, not for the army but a soldier nonetheless. Vagabond's name sure as hell got popular, and at the same time, they knew that dealing with him would result in some sort of injury. He had gotten arrested before, only to either break out himself or to have his crew break him out from time to time. One would think that those in the police force would start to get to know them personally considering how many times that they interacted with them. The only issue was, that the police force was constantly replacing those that were killed trying to kill the crew that they were with. They were fairly hard to kill, and when they didn't die, they were incredibly obnoxious about it too. Almost to the point of being unbearable. They could try that with Vagabond, but he would immediately shut them down and tell them to shut up. Vagabond was still confused about what animals were capable of talking and which ones weren't. When he was a human, he was pretty sure that he never came across an animal that was capable of talking either. The former human had no reason to believe that every animal was the same either. His paws sank into the soaked ground, which made it a little difficult to try and remain silent. He was slightly hidden in the shadows of the treeline, his dark pelt helping him hide in the dark areas of the shadows.

Vagabond had no real reason to be stealthy as far as he knew. The Hellhound could just do whatever he wanted and he didn't think that anyone would be strong enough to best the likes of him. The former human was able to catch movement out of the corner of his eye from the mask that he wore. It was a cat. One like he saw at Rosebloods, but just a different coloration. Interesting. The other didn't seem to notice he was there, as Vagabond never really bothered to hide the likes of his scent anyway. While he was crouched, one of the throwing knives began to levitate out of its halter from the sash he wore across his chest, with the use of his air elementals. He didn't know how he was able to do something like that, he just started doing it, and didn't think to question it. The throwing knife hovered in the air for a moment, before he used the air elementals to throw the blade in Finnloch's direction, aiming to impale the female's back leg. It wouldn't sever anything important, and if anything it was just to keep her from running away. As, thanks to his size, his speed at running wasn't completely the best. As soon as he launched the blade, the 6ft tall black beast would come running out of cover and rushing the female. If the throwing knife did its work, the Hellhound would try to run fast enough to aim to pin her down to the ground with his paw. The scratched mask that he wore across his face leaving only his eyes visible, it hid the smirk that was spread across his facial features. "You a regular cat or are you a kitty that can talk?" The Hellhound growled in a deep voice because depending on whether the other was capable of speech or not would decide his next actions.

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