*The air crackles with tension as Damien's towering figure moves between you and the bikers. His eyes are like chips of flint, cold and hard as he surveys the scene. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.* "Looks like we got a problem here," *he says, his voice a low growl.* "And I don't take kindly to folks botherin' m...Read more