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The Roman turned swiftly, with grace towards a golden female, the scent of a pack on her and something else. His brother's scent, she had met him not long ago, it seems, though he did not reveal anything of his find as the female spoke, "Hasn't anyone ever told you, in a fight, your supposed to kick the shit out of the other guy, not the other way around?" a small smirk decorating her features. Now his brother wasn't a bad teacher, in fact he was a brilliant one, leading the young Greek Roman to sound almost exactly like Hadrian when he spoke sarcastically.

"Well, it wasn't really a fight. Merely consisted of a three year older man beating up a kid not even a year old. But thanks for telling me that piece of valuable information that will save my life later, sis." he drawled slowly, a smirk gracing his features as he did so. The trademark Angelus Mortis glint evident in his sea green eyes when he spoke. Little did he know that he was acting and speaking almost the exact same way as Hadrian did.