Armament

By the gods, did he hate the country. Growing up as a city kid, even in his home were it was nothing more then slums, still was better then living "In the sticks" as his dear sister had put it. He shifted his footing and absently flicked his blades in and out.


"You sure its coming through here?" the skeptical White Fang Lieutenant pointed through the trees to the trains tracks.

"Yes, im sure, I have good intel from a good source" "From who-" he didn't get to finish his sentence, as he suddenly found one of Jackson's blades at his throat. "DO not question were I get my intel, ever " he let his blade down and set up for his jump.