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Syphereon
Guest
Victor stepped out of the shower and looked at his naked body in the mirror. Covered in scars all over his body, and a tattoo on the right side of his chest in the shape of a shield. Victor was about 6 foot tall and weighed approximately 120 pounds. He wasn't super muscular but he was well defined and sculpted. He slipped on his clothing and slid his Celtic short sword on a leg strap. He brushed his hair, slipped his wallet in his back pocket, strapped on his watch, and picked up his .44 magnum revolver off the dresser on the way out of the apartment. He went down the stairs and went to his motorcycle that was parked on the street he got on it and put his hands on the handlebars. As soon as he did tiny pricks shot out and pricked his thumbs it drew the blood and roared to life. He checked his watch. Just enough time to make it there. He sped off down the road at about 120 miles an hour.