GONNA FIND YOU | ATTACK + SERIOUS INJURIES

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Torturing a human to get answers wasn't all that hard to accomplish. Humans usually only had their own survival in mind, although there were a couple of people that were willing to rat out those that they worked with to save their own skin. Sometimes they were allowed to live and continue whatever life that they would have left after betraying the gang that they had been with, while other times they were just killed after getting the answers that they needed. There were instances that they would make a deal with someone just to get them to talk, and sometimes it actually did work even if it was just for a little bit. Vagabond remembered an instance where they needed information badly from a gang that had been on their asses for the past month and were starting to get a little bit too close to comfort. They were a bigger gang than they were and thought that they could take over their territory without them putting up a fight. They would be wrong, and they would also end up underestimating them for the factor that they had an unusual amount of luck almost always on their side. He heard the cat cry out, and that didn't seem to change the change of pace that he had going on. His paw was almost the size of the cat as he stood over her.

If he really wanted to, he could crush the animal just with simply putting enough weight on her chest. At least that's one of the things that he could do if he really wanted to. The Hellhound held a smirk spread across his jaws. "You must have some shit luck as you were the first one to come across me." Vagabond stated, almost trying to sound like he had fake pity for the female at the end of the way, which he didn't. His stark blue eyes looked at the knife that was coming out of her leg, and using his air elementals he wrenched the blade out of her leg and hovered it over the rest of the body. "Name's Vagabond. Sorry, it's nothing personal. Just business really." One could almost hear how cheeky the Hellhound was being. But at the same time, he had no idea what he was getting himself into by attacking a beloved member of this group. He looked at the back leg that he had impaled with the knife, only to raise one of his paws and aim to put all of his weight as he slammed it down onto her left leg, aiming to fracture the leg in half. If that worked, he would then aim to use the throwing knife, and using his air elementals carve a line across the length of the female's body. Not too deep to where it would scar, but just enough to where she would bleed from the wound.

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