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Thin strips of leather were used to fasten the combat knife to the belt loops of Silas’ cut off denim shorts. As he walked, the weapon swayed slightly and the young Russian could easily feel the weight of the steel tapping against his thigh. On his trips to Halifax the boy often brought the gift with him, for it had come in handy more than enough times to prove its worth. And although he had really had no trouble before, there was always the unknown threat of an enemy attacking while Silas perused through the neutral lands. Really, there was no disadvantage to carrying the weapon with him.
It had been used once to take a life and since then, Silas had not spilt any more canine blood with the blade. He had needed to prove his worth to the coyote clan and the only thing the two hybrids had wanted from him was split blood. He had obliged in the end, ridding the world of a cruel wolf that had only wanted to bring harm to the clan. And although Silas felt (somewhat) justified in his actions – for he had unknowingly protected the Inferni princess, in a way – there was still some sense of apprehension surrounding his action. He had never really been a fighter, but that was only because the boy’s efforts had been focused elsewhere as a young boy. He had worked in the Russo complex learning about the ships that sustained their way of life. The Russians were work horses in a sense, so they were built with much power, but Silas has never been taught to harness this strength into fighting. What he needed was a teacher. Until then, he’d have to wield the weapon the best he knew how, even if it wasn’t in correct form.
He had cut through Arachnea’s Revenge before heading into Halifax. Silas’ aim was to collect a few more things into the bag he had slung over his shoulder to bring home. Maybe he could even find another gift to bring to Halo; their recent interactions still made his stomach swirl. The boy headed into a sporting goods store, though the building was connected to a mall. He’d venture around in there for a little while and see if he could find anything, before moving on to the array of shops the once lively mall boasted.
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