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[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

(Sorry for the late reply again quill!)

Fighting as a human was so much easier for him. He could use his fist to deal blows that could knock a grown ass man onto the ground. It wasn't hard considering that he had acquired several different types of training over the years. It was easy for him to merge the different years of training together, and use his combat abilities to help the crew when they needed it. When he had disposed of the organization that he had worked for, he knew that there was no way that he could go back to daily life anymore and that he would become a wanted man. He adorned the mask that he wore today and kept the rest of his identity hidden as well. Back when he was a human, he usually let a gun talk through his problems, it was either a knife or a gun either of them worked just as well. The mask that he wore became so well known, that they had given him the title of The Vagabond each time that they saw him. There was a switch that he usually pulled when it came down to getting into the mindset of the job that he had been given. Most of the fights that he had gotten into when he was a human were usually one-sided. There was a time where he did have a little bit of a challenge but those moments were rare. Depending on who he was attacking, he could just as easily grab his hands around a man's skull, and given enough leverage, he could snap their neck and go for a stealthy approach. He usually didn't torture those that he killed unless he needed intel from them. Now that Goldenboy was in the equation, there wasn't really a reason to torture those that he did come across in places like this because he could just go to his crewmate for answers.

He wasn't the type to ask for directions if he got lost, as he was stubborn in that way. Fighting as an animal though was something completely different. Some of these animals had been born to fight in the body that they had now, but instead, he had just had this body for around a week and here he was. It was obvious that he may not be experienced enough on account of the wounds that he was getting on his body. Vagabond had a feeling that the crew would make fun of him on how he couldn't take someone down that was so much smaller than him. He had to admit, that this guy was certainly resourceful when it came to be the likes of an animal. Vagabond usually considered most animals to be slightly inferior when it came to the thought process a human would have, but maybe he was wrong. Vagabond watched as the knife was plunged into his paw, causing him to grunt in pain, but that didn't make him release him either. His own blade was in his own paw. How ironic? As the other tried to shove him with his shoulder, Vagabond would aim to push back with both of his paws this time, aiming to have his left paw on the side of the jaguars head while the right paw would remain where it was. If the positioning worked, Vagabond would aim to slam the jaguar's head against the ground as hard as he could. It could either knock him out, daze him, or many other factors. Depending on how stubborn the creature turned out to be, but either way, it would hurt like hell if the other didn't move in time.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]