Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190520040115/@comment-33229352-20190520045227

The Hyena turned to see the Mamba coming down the hallway. He instinctively reached for his brass knuckles- which weren't there of course since he got kidnapped. Cursing quietly, he casually shifted into a better position in case he needed to fight. He was ready to, eager even. Finally being able to take out his frustrations on something would have been cathartic. "Who are you?" He snarled.