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[h3]Armend Kinora ⚔[/h3]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZpHlkIehqE]The Snake Hunter[/url][/center]

[indent]Armend hadn't stumbled forward as so many saplings might have before him. No, not him, not the street brawling: Armend Kinora, [i]he[/i] took three quick steps before starting into a confident walk. He circled the old man with a keen eye, taking in every detail he could, including the unavoidable stiffness that came with an injury. It was smart of him to gauge, Cyrus' initial reaction. It told him a wealthy amount about the man. His experiences, his dominant, if not favored hand. The small things that it took to win a fight. 

The small things were always what mattered. 

[color=orange][b]"I'm impressed,"[/b][/color] he said flatly, not a speck of satire in his voice. [color=orange][b]"However, the real fight starts now. Don't insult me with your kiddie moves. Else I'll tear [i][b]them[/b][/i] and you apart."[/b][/color] 

Again Armend fell into his stance. However, this time his arms moved an odd rhythm, one that sheltered an almost hypnotic effect. He felt that the inexperienced Clara would be surprised, if not completely dazzled by it. Armend had learned it from a passing showman one night, it took him three days to make it his own. When they stopped, the faint echo of their placement fell behind them. [color=orange][b]"I'll teach you the harsh reality of The Abandoned."[/b][/color] 

He rushed forward, skidding to a stop in front of the man, and quickly ushered in a barrage of close, open-palmed blows. Unless the man had been hiding some reserve of strength, which Armend was sure he was, those blows would be hard to ward off. [/indent]