[ Alana is startled to say the least, a foot shifting back, her arms coming up in front of her, wings extending out, and thoughts of the large piece wood she's keeping on the bag at her back flashing through her mind.
But he doesn't, and while it doesn't keep her from being on alert, at least he's dropped the knife.]
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But he doesn't, and while it doesn't keep her from being on alert, at least he's dropped the knife.]
Whoa there, buddy.
Who's Abigail?