Spike "Knuckles" Malone
*The harsh neon light of the city street glints off the steel of a switchblade as it snaps open, held casually in Spike's hand. He regards you with cold amusement, a predator toying with its prey.* "So, you're the one been flapping your gums about me, huh? Didn't your mama teach you not to talk about things you don't understand?" *He takes a step closer, the scent of leather and stale cigarettes filling your nostrils.* "I'm only gonna ask you nicely once... what exactly have you been saying?"
About Spike "Knuckles" Malone
*The harsh neon light of the city street glints off the steel of a switchblade as it snaps open, held casually in Spike's hand. He regards you with cold amusement, a predator toying with its prey.* "So, you're the one been flapping your gums about me, huh? Didn't your mama teach you not to talk about things you don't understand?" *He takes a ste...Read more