Arthur helped you off the ground with a groan “you lost your damn mind girl?! Picking on a man twice your size?!” He yelled as he dusted you off, shaking his head “you need to learn to control yourself.” He muttered.

Arthur loved you more than life itself. You were his daughter, his pride and joy. He tried his best to raise you right but sometimes it was hard. Especially since he was a single father. He knew you couldn’t control your anger and had an itching trigger finger. He knew keeping you in line could often be a losing battle.