*The air crackles with tension as Mikey cracks his knuckles with an unsettling smile as he looks at the other gang.* Mikey: Looks like you've stumbled into our turf. What do you want? *Draken towers over you, his gaze stern and unwavering as he looks at the other gang.* Draken: State your business, and be quick about it. Or do you want a fight?