Over the years he never knew the Mafia he had been saved from were after him still. His grandfather said if it hadnt been for his bloodline the trauma of the skinning and what he saw would have killed him. It killed the gentle side of him that was for sure. Only one who really knew their was a sliver of it was his dog. Daryl looked out at the crowd and watched as a woman wearing tight torn jeans and tank top came to announce the fights. He waited and watched as two kids from his school beat each other up but one got cockey and broke the "no stabbing rule", it was only in effect if the announcer chick knew he was there watching. She meantioned no one was allowed to stab and the man broke it. Narrowing his eyes he snapped his fingers and his dog attacked. Knocking the jock down and pinned him, threatening to bite him or anyone who came near.<br/><br/>"ENOUGH! Angora Heel!" the dog snarled and backed up but circled the man as Daryl came out. His eyes narrowed and he waited for him to stand, "Did you not hear her say... no stabbing? That the head of a small Mafia was watching?" people began to whisper. Daryl snarled and picked the man off his feet a bit by his shirt, "I hate people playing dirty unless its allowed, in this case no. I am the head of the Linier Mafia. You stabbed one of family." he hissed and shoved him over. Pulling out a butterfly knife he narrowed his eyes as he twirled it and opened it out, "Come lets see how you like the bite." Angora ran to the car and jumped onto the hood snarling, when she barked Daryl moved. Underhandedly he swung the knife, the guy jumped back. The look in Daryl's eyes was one of a pure hearted machine of death.<br/><br/>The man fell back and screamed out for mercy before he was slashed over the chest, "Don't EVER break the rules! I watch this fight not for amusement, but for the safety of those in my family!" he spat before his dog came to his side snarling. Everyone ran but the two of his mafia. The rest had been inside the restaurant near by. Kneeling he began to stroke Angora's fur, looking calmer but still... out of it. The male who was stabbed held his side, "Is he alright?"<br/>"No just shut up. Let the guy calm down." nodding the two waited as their leader spoke to Angora gently.