Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170712203930/@comment-4059927-20170804042712

Michael held back. He stood in a guarded position, hands up, legs planted firmly to the ground, if they came to him they'd stand little chance. He eyed each of them as they circled around. They moved like hyenas cutting in for the proverbial kill. Michael was exultant for the fight, the first one that would break and come in he'd take out quickly.

"Would you look at this." Clint stepped forward, his feral eyes analyzing Leroy. "The traitor has a new friend."

"You should leave." Ryan suggested to her. "When they get here I'll take care of Leroy, and try to convince Michael."