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Angel had yet again left his dagger back in his room. He was good enough as a fighter to ditch the metal item and face any dangers that came his way with his own two hands. He'd learnt some pretty nifty fighting techniques from a Brazilian back in the Southern lands and he'd been itching to use them so forgoing his weapon opened up that opportunity. He'd only used his favourite move twice before, in real fights, in game sports he'd used it tons. Pinning someone down by their collar bone may seem barbaric but Angel viewed it as physical art. And if the struggled hard enough they'd have a broken collarbone.
The cross around his chest bounded up and down alongside the disk medallion as he bounded forward towards the border. He supposed that he'd go protect the borders, show his worth within the pack. He didn't expect anyone to be there but when he spotted a woman on a horse, he narrowed his eyes and got ready for a confrontation. 'Vostè!' he barked, 'This is not your home, turn back!' The accented added passion and malice to his voice, a exotic lick in far away Canada.
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