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[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

He wasn't fast. That much was obvious considering the size that he usually held over others. The way that he was able to counter-attack enough from his large size was with the use of his knives that were good at tracking the opponents that he did have. The large beast didn't have any need to move around that much when his knives did much of the work as well. However, he was already starting to figure out his limitations as being a larger creature. He was fairly certain that if he was ever going to fight Rimmy, that he would lose immediately to the african wild dog out of consideration that the guy could fly with his wings, and that the canine would be able to outrun him. This just meant that he was going to have to get a little bit of practice in here and there so that he wouldn't be taken by surprise as much and be able to hold his own. Usually, he took surprise of those that weren't expecting him to attack someone, and he used that to his advantage to get on top of smaller creatures before they really had a chance to do so. In this instance, Atticus had been ready for the attack from the very beginning, and that there was no chance that he would have been able to take the jaguar by surprise. It was this kind of behavior that he would expect from another human that was in a gang and knew his face and that he wasn't going to leave without having a little bit of fun here and there. Right now, he certainly wasn't the strongest when it came to what animals lived in the clans, but he was getting somewhat close to it once he figured out his actual capabilities in this world.

Part of him still didn't know if this world was real or something that his mind was coming up with as he was slowing dying on the roof that he had been shot at. The Hellhound watched as the large wildcat let go of his shoulder once the knives started to direct themselves toward him. Vagabond moved slightly out of the way out of the jaguar's reach when the other dived underneath him. Of course, all of the daggers missed and impaled themselves on the ground around him. Not that it really mattered when the hellhound was laying on top of the jaguar, a victorious 'Ha!' escaping the beast's jaws as he heard something cracking in the other's body. He was glad that he was big as he was, as it made breaking bones so much easier. Vagabond felt claws rake through his fur, dealing a couple of scratches, but the other mostly managed to gain hold of the scales that worked almost like armor across his back. Vagabond seemed to refuse to for several moments seeming putting more pressure that he had on the other's body. At that moment, the bleeding Hellhound would get up from the other's body, but there were already knives that were hovering in the air. As soon as he got up, Vagabond would aim to launch three throwing knives in three different locations on the body of the jaguar. One would aim to impale itself into the other's back, the second would aim to impale itself into the others front leg, while the third would aim to impale itself into the jaguar's gut. Vagabond would then aim to get up onto his paws, his blood dripping onto the ground, it seemed to be a little bit of a darker color than what blood should be, but it wasn't exactly the color black either, and he would then aim to place one of his paws on the body of the animal in an attempt to pin him down on the ground.

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