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Bakari had just finished his shopping at one of the market rows within the village he was currently passing through. His basket of groceries hanging by its handle from one arm, he turns to follow the dirt road out of the village to continue in his wanderings. He continues walking for a couple of hours, then looks around at his location, taking in the beauty of the area around him. Stepping a ways away from the dirt path, he moves to sit within a field of flowers, pulling an apple out of the basket and starting to eat it as he continues taking in the beauty around him.

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Dante smirks slightly at the opponents he was fighting, reaching up to wipe a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth before tightening his grip on his knives. He'd gotten cocky and they'd gotten in a lucky hit. He'd work to make sure they didn't get another chance at him. While he had not been the one to start the fight, he'd make sure he finished it with himself as the victor. Catching sight of a barrel out of the corner of his eye, he takes on a pose as if he were about to charge at the pair attacking him, and while they are focused on that, he suddenly swings his tail into the barrel, sending it hurling rapidly at the closest enemy. Then he lungs forward and slashes the throat of the other attacker, effectively taking the one that had actually hit him out of the fight for good. Movement out of the corner of his eye alerted him that the one that had been struck by the barrel was working to re-engage with him. Dancing backwards with a tinkling of bells, he dodges the clumsy attack.

"Not sure why you two chose to attack me, however, I will point out your companion is dead. Do you wish to join him, or are you going to turn tail and run?"

His question was answered with the other growling, then turning tail and running away. While his father would have insisted on leaving no witnesses, he was not his father. Once he was sure the survivor was really gone, he cleaned his knives off and put them away before making a quick exit from the alley he'd been accosted in.

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