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"Of course," Jack said with a smile. "There's a place called Los Noches. I think you'll like it."

Jack motioned for Makayla to follow him.

The boot won't stay on, Josiah walks around, only wearing one boot, carrying the other...

In one fluid movement, he put the arrow back in the quiver and fell off the branch again. Ein hit the ground running, diving forward underneath Finn's charge toward his previous perch. When he cleared a good ten feet, he braced his hands on the ground and flipped up onto another branch. He whipped around, bow in hand, and docked a screamer arrow. "Zzeill, cover your ears." He called as he pulled the arrow back. It was let loose and rocketed by Finn, close to her ear, screeching all the way. Ein thought he could disable her using the lycan's advanced sense of hearing against her. The arrow sounded quiet to Ein, rather than the real screamy prototype he had used so long ago. He had modified his screamer arrows so that when the air passed through them, it made a noise at a supersonic frequency similar to an amplified dog whistle. This way he would be unaffected by the arrow's intended effect, relieving him of the screeching noise that the prototype arrow made.

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Saylis ran toward him, her blades before her, he raised his blades and blocked one as the other went down and sliced across his thigh, she smirked, and reversed the move bringing the blade toward his head.

"I knew that," Simon put his index finger to the center of his mouth. His eyes were closed although it probably wasn't visible through the dark tints of his glasses. He knew what she was, a vampire, it was obvious due to the fangs. Other than that, she seemed normal enough. His blood was boiling, his primal male aggresion wanting to be let out, he needed to be hit, or hit something. Forgetting about the whole anger thing for a second; Simon realized how much he really wanted to take out his handgun and shoot something.

Back then, things were much different. When Simon used to beat the crap out of people to make himself feel better; he would just tell himself, "If you want to make an omelet, you have to break some eggs," but now... He wanted to put a hole inbetween the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save it's species. He wanted to be as violent as possible. He wanted to fight every b***h that choose prostitution over school.

"Uh," Simon spoke as his sunglasses slid down his nose, eyes opening slowly, "Hit me."

Simon bursted out laughing, which seemed almost impossible for him moments ago, when he used his emotions to play the "Angry Man" with Edith. His complete lack of surprise towards her answer could be noticed. Common people try so hard not to fight, something Simon learned on his own a long time ago.

"Ignore that," Simon said snickering, "Just checking."