[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]Holy shit, how long had it been since Ryan had dabbled with his weaponry? Holding the well-balanced blade atop one of his pawpads was a sort of empowering feeling, knowing that he was once able to cut down anybody that tried to stand in his way- well, that was exaggerating a little bit. He was able to delve a blade deep into the flesh of an oncoming opponent from far away, that much was true. He hadn't messed with the knives as much after accidentally hitting Gavin's pet bird Dan, when the finch had flown in front of the tree Ryan was using as a target. Heaving a thick sigh, the fox bent down to grasp the hilt of the throwing knife between his jaws, lifting up the weapon and smiling at the familiar weight against his teeth. River-blue optics flicking around, Ryan caught sight of a barrell sitting alongside a rickety building that had once been a saloon. Lowering his head slightly, the male turned to the side before violently jerking his head and releasing the knife from his maw, not being able to watch it fly but hearing the shunk that signified the blade had entered the wood. "I still got it," the fox mused to himself, clearly pleased with the results as he moved to reobtain his weapon of choice.
[hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * SKYCLAN * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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