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[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Vagabond didn't like to think about the past all that much. He knew that if he did, it would just bring negative emotions and probably ruin his day in its entirety. He didn't know where his life would be if he hadn't done the things that he had done. He had once been considered innocent to a degree, and probably could still be considered to be. A victim. But that had happened so many years ago that the older male probably no longer had any attributes that could redeem him for his actions. Vagabond had once joined the law enforcement because he didn't have anything else going for him and wanted to help out the world. He had absolutely hated the criminals that he put away for several years, and it became known to those around that he was great at his job. He was an amazing shot rarely missing, and that also meant that he was a threat in a shootout if it got out of control for too long. The city that he had been in charge of wasn't the type to ask questions first and then shoot later. There were too many instances of officers being killed over and over again, and he swore that he wasn't going to be the next one to be killed in the line of duty. The more and more officers that were killed, the more his rage was filled to take the criminals out, and there were instances where he could have been charged for murder thanks to his trigger finger on the force. Despite that, his reputation gained some interest from a group that worked along with the government. At least, that's what he had been told and immediately believed because this was a great potential career change, as he was getting bored of doing the same things over and over again. During this time, he wasn't known as Vagabond, but instead had an actual name, a name that only Rimmy knew about but also didn't know that Vagabond and the other was actually the same identity.

He joined the organization without hesitation, and it was there that he was debriefed on the kind of stuff that he was going to do. Most of it dealt with underground work, killing high figures that the government wouldn't want to be associated with taking out with. His identity would be kept secret from most places, but his identity wouldn't be completely taken away from him as he would still have a life outside of the damned organization. He had partners that went on him with these missions, as sending a one-man army wasn't an option and was far too risky for that kind of decision to be made. Rimmy ended up being the main partner the last couple of years that he ran with the organization, thinking from the beginning that they were doing good until they found out later that they had been lied to. Rimmy hadn't been the originals actual name, and Vagabond was fairly certain that he only knew the other's real name. There was a chance that if things had turned different, that if he had just remained as a cop that none of this would happen and he wouldn't have been killed when he had joined the gang. That he would still be a law abiding citizen thinking that he was doing the world justice. Well, fate was a bitch. There was no going back now, and now that he had nothing really to work toward, he was going back to his old habits. He could tell while he was talking that the large wildcat didn't believe a word that he was saying. He wasn't playing innocent enough, was it? Or it could simply be the looks that he had that were a little bit too intimidating for some faces. Goldenboy would certainly be a better option than he was when it came to smooth-talking others. Vagabond had lunged forward to try and get at the large wildcat, but it seemed the other had been prepared and basically sidestepped him. He wasn't the greatest fighter in the body that he was currently in. Now, if this had been a gunfight he would have won a long time ago.

But, this was animal on animal, and thanks to the mask he wore it meant that he wasn't capable of using his jaws either. He just had his body weight and his knives. An annoyed look spread across his facial features as he landed nothing but tall grass, only to feel a force hit his shoulders and threw him off balance slightly. Thanks to the meer size differences and the weight difference, Vagabond almost weighing around 1,000lbs, the other was going to have to do a lot to be able to knock him over in the first place. A low growl escaped Vagabond's jaw as he watched as the jaguar lunged at him. Pain pierced his shoulder, and he had to say it hurt like hell. He hadn't been severely injured before, and the jaguar's jaws were certainly like vices on his massive shoulders. However, he noticed blood dripping from the other's leg, so one of his attacks at least hit. More and more knives began to unsheathe themselves from the sash and using his air elementals, aimed to throw three knives into the jaguar's back. If that didn't work, Vagabond would aim to let himself fall onto his left side as he aimed to crush the jaguar under his weight, possibly breaking ribs or a bone of the attack did land. Being in pain usually didn't do him any favors that was for damn sure, and what made it worse, was that he had no idea how to heal wounds in this world, so if the wound got infected he would really be in a bad position.

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