Redhawk Caldera There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere

It wasn't really the death of Junior that fascinated Nightjar—he was a little dim-witted, but leagues away from being as fucked up as Pura, whom he would probably never meet—but the swift and precise way it was dealt. His parents had both handled it with such deadly accuracy that it was almost unbelievable, but it was Peregrine that stood out in Nightjar's eyes. Maybe it was because his father was similarly male or because he had dealt the final blow, but his dad was definitely cooler than his mom when it came to killing half-sisters.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed loudly. All of his play fights throughout his life were shaping him up to be a fine Warrior, but Warden was almost the same thing. More likely than not, Nightjar would hold both trades... and probably nothing else. He wasn't exactly smart enough for finer pursuits and nothing else interested him yet. "I wanna beat bad guys up!" He nodded excitedly, then quickly asked Tiger, "do you beat bad guys up, too?"