[@Love Me Dead]
[color=9e0b0f][center][h1]Ved[/h1][/center][/color]
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	He eyes trailed, gazing off a bit as he rested his sight on the young Korean man standing before him. He wasn't tall, or built impressively, but he clearly knew what he was doing, as his knife was drawn, and a hand at the ready and a crossbow within it's grip. The young man wasn't letting his gaurd down, and that was something that peeked Ved's interest. He had heard the crack in the mans voice, an the wet spots on his shirt betrayed him, he had been crying recently. That, added with the fresh blood on his shirt, indicated that he wasn't too experienced with killing walkers. [b]Lucky Bastard.[/b]

[color=9e0b0f]You want to talk? Fine, take your hand off the bow, and step within swinging distance."[/color]

	He commanded lowly, the guy had a look of innocence alright, but it was an "innocent" man that put the bullet in his knee. He took his bat, and in a quick motion, drove the nails of it in the ground a few feet in front of him. It was close enough that if something went down, he could grab it by stretching out, but far enough that he couldn't touch it standing straight up.

[color=9e0b0f]"Step one foot away from the bat, and put your knife in the ground next to it. Put us on a level playing field."[/color]