[roleplay] 《 the Superior Race. Ψ 》. accepting!

Wren rolls out of the way in the nick of time, swooping over him and attempting to knock him out with a firm punch to the nape of the neck.
 
"If things get to ugly, then yes." I say. "By the way, what is your name? Mine is Janaff." I say. I was attempting to make friendship.
 
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Wren turns around and bites her lip, contemplating. She flies up with her currently small wings, avoiding collision.
 
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