GONNA FIND YOU | ATTACK + SERIOUS INJURIES

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Someone that fought back and wasn't capable of getting very far was always something interesting to watch. The Hellhound knew that there wasn't really anything that the feline would be able to do to him. At least with his knowledge just based on size alone rather than anything else. He had to admit that he was a little bit surprised to see how the other seemed to continue struggling against him. She was so much smaller, and if he was in her position he would probably be doing the same thing. Or fake the pain based on whatever was happening to him to let other's let their guard down. He had dealt with broken bones himself before, and he could just as easily scream in pain if enough was done to him. With the body he currently had, it was probably going to be fairly difficult to have his bones broken by anything really. And yet, she didn't scream, but there was no way that she was going to be able to get away now and he could do whatever the hell he wanted. The female was capable of talking, and that's exactly what she did. The canine listened to what he had to say and shrugged his shoulders. "Got nowhere else to go, and it's good for business for me to stick around." The Hellhound stated, and this was also for her relay to everyone else. He needed to let others know that he would be sticking in the area, and if they wanted to try and kill him even then, it would just provide more business to him. The more attention they gave him, the better.

Then the domestic cat launched herself at him. It was slow enough for the factor that she had one leg that wasn't working properly. Pity spread across his face as he simply raised one of his arms and felt the other's claws dig into his fur but barely scratched him for that matter. While she was attached to his arm, he would swing his arm slightly and aim to throw her across the sand. She would most definitely have clumps of black fur in between her claws. "You definitely have a lot of fight left in ya." The canine stated calmly, as he had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't going to try and kill her. Just injure and get the message out, that was his job. One of his throwing knives detached itself from its sash and hovered in the air as he neared the female again if she was thrown across the ground. If she was on the ground, the canine would aim to roll her over onto her back and aim to sink his claws into her stomach. Not deep enough to cause serious injuries, but still make her bleed. It was there that Vagabond started doing something that even he didn't know what was capable of. His mental manipulation aimed to latch onto the female's mind, and without touching anything else, he aimed to make Finnloch FEAR the very sight of him, the very thought of him around. Vagabond had no idea what he was actually doing, as the power activated itself on its own.

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