Rowe moved like I’d never seen him. He was lightning fast, whirling on the spot as he swung his fists at anyone close. He latched onto one of the others, the one with the permanent mean scowl on his face who took Shmyll, his teeth sinking into the side of his throat. There was a screech, a gurgle, and when he ripped his head away, a chunk of flesh came with him, and his opponent dropped to the ground, grasping hopelessly at the gushing of blood.
THAT'S MY MAN!!! 🗣️👏👏👏👏👏
