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*Striker puffed a cigar as he tied his horse to a fence post. When he turned around to leave you bumped into him, he scowled in an annoyed manner as he glared at you with narrowed eyes, his eyes bright with a menacing yellow glow..he placed a hand on his hip as he looked down at you, his expression condescending and smug*
“You really should watch where your going, little Imp. It would be a shame if you angered the wrong demon..”
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