A Different Type of Team

"You need to be more careful." Daniel Hayward looked up at the man that spoke. He was a tall more slender man, built like a runner. He was also more pale than not, with dark brown hair and darker eyes. Daniel held a hand to his side and flashed the man a smile. Daniel's pale green gaze meeting the dark one.

"Just another scar to add to the collection." Daniel commented looking down at the blood that was coating his hand. The slash hurt like a bitch, and burned too. "At least he didn't bite me." Daniel said with a slight laugh and Juan gave him a look. It clearly said that that wasn't funny.