Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20160723013433/@comment-4059927-20160723232634

"Yeah, fuck off back to your hole." Michael shouted at them. He let out a confident grin as he stared them down. He was still, no nerves moved within him. Fighting was a natural talent of his attained from the childhood he had.

Gregory returned the extolled stare Misha was giving him. The observant eyes of Misha recognized him. "Remember Marcus?!" Gregory yelled, voice breaking, to Misha. He was pulsating with torn anger.

Michael glanced at Greg and saw an unrestrained rage in his body mechanics.