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Grim was miffed when the draconic female told Azrael what she would have people call her-Lady of Storm and Blade? What the actual [i]fuck?[/i] Here she is, getting irritated with his calling her Miss as a sign of respect to a stranger who's clearly female, and then she says she's a [i]lady?[/i] Fucking whatever.

After Elizabeth's announcement everybody seemed eager to offer ther services to her. He knocked back what remained of his Jack Daniels and waited as the last male offered his services as a pilot before passing out blind drunk. He took everyone in, and in a voice loud enough for all of them, he stated what he could do.

[color=fff79a]"I'm excellent with blades of many sizes, guns of different calibers and I am extremely good at hand to hand combat,"[/color] he paused to take a breath. [color=fff79a]"I speak several Native American dialects, English, Spanish, Irish, French, and Russian. I'm also an excellent spy,"[/color] he said without ego or boasting, for he was simply stating what he knew to be facts. He decided to leave out his heightened senses and reflexes. He knew he already sounded like he was trying to weed out competition. He poured himself another shot of Jack Daniels and surveyed everyone with calm amber eyes, pupils shifting into slits to better see details in everyone's clothing, body language and facial expressions.