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</a><b>Name:</b><a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=64132&amp;pid=1632801#pid1632801">TC</a>|<b>Location:</b>Edge of Forest<hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>TC listened to her tirade and didn't try to interrupt.  He was a bit surprised but hardly shocked by the amount of anger in the young girl.  He didn't run to keep up with her but kept up his pace.  He knew these woods like the back of his hand and he would find her eventually.  She was just a kid after all, and he had dealt with plenty of kids in his day.  Her next step though, he had to admit, surprised him as she turned and aimed her bow at him.  His steady stride did falter but only for a half step.<br/><br/>Thomas Covenent was pretty good at reading people, and while he had been wrong before, he was pretty sure she wasn't a killer despite her bold words.  "I'd rather a good clean chest shot."  He told her as he took off his leather vest and tossed it onto a low lying branch.  She was pretty damn steady for a young girl drawing down on a human, could she really be that cold?  More likely she was bluffing.  He kept walking his hands going to the bottom of his shirt, stripping it up and over his body.  "I've had some pretty bad ass people try to kill me on three continents...I suppose Europe would make four."  As he cast his shirt aside, his well formed chest showed several well healed scars as if he had gotten them years before.  One was clearly a bullet hole in his left shoulder and as he turned around to show a few more scars the exit wound was clearly visible, it had gone clean through luckily for him.  As he turned back to face her he said "But none have been as pretty as you, so I guess I'm moving up in the world."  His smile was sincere, but his eyes bore into hers with a promise that there would be repercussions if she crossed him.<br/><br/>"Now if you got the balls, young lady, to let that arrow fly, I can't do shit but take it.  I will tell you I have proved pretty tough to kill.  You go do as you will in this forest, if you want game there is plenty there.  I will promise you though, that if you kill animals for fun, or turn that on another camper, I will spank that fine ass of yours with your own bow until it is as red as your hair.  Do we understand each other?"  He left the question hang in the air while he put his shirt back on and turned to get his vest.<br/><br/>As if on cue, the dog's head butted her ass to give her a sniff as dogs are prone to doing.