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</a><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">*Vash Read the note one more time, sticking it into his pocket. he eye's down the street-way where he have seen something across the street' a runner of sorts, looked more like a mare shadow. His Shoulder was killing him he kept it in his grasp. as sharp pain rose into his back as a ravaging raptor.<br/>
he let out a little yelp as he fell to the ground one knee down as a knight would greet a princess.*</span></b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">"this pain, i think i may have broke my shoulder. "</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><b>* vash eye's the women walking away, and suddenly relieased he haven't got her name but she knows him. He Speaks softly and kind asking such a question.*</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">" Excuse me, But Miss. ? i haven't got your name. "</span>