Black Stallion
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The man in front of me wields a Karambit in his right hand menacingly. As he leaps forward, arm slashing sideways at me, my right hand shoots out slamming into his wrist. The knife drops from his hand as I use my weight and acceleration to spin, bringing my right foot against his side. The man doubles over for just a moment before straightening up and throwing his left fist into my cheekbone. I jab him in his right eye before bringing his nose down onto my knee, knocking him out cold. I pick up the Karambit, quickly dragging it against his throat.
Silver Storm is the leader of the Black Stallions, a team of special ops hired by many powerful people to do many difficult things.
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