trustworthy

Darken Torchwood, moving slightly, but quickly around Dark Angel from behind her to her front. “What shall ye have me do, me lady?” He asked already knowing the answer, but subject to her will, and bound by his law as a slave, he must ask before any task that may endanger his mistress.

In preparation, he slid out his two Short-Sword-Daggers, pulling them straight through his leather side sack using there ability to be able to move through physical objects at his will. They shined like glass with a glare like that of a green emerald, though as smooth. He also made sure his hood was fully covering his head and face.

Waving his S-S-Daggers to his side, a blue flame surrounds each S-S-Dagger, crackling like the sound of a bonfire they stay, as he waits for the order.

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