Mercenary Mark’s @markymarkpdx rage explodes, his grip tightening around his assault rifle, the weight of vengeance pressing against his trigger finger. His movements are sharp, calculated, yet wild with fury. The rifle roars, unleashing devastation with every round—controlled bursts that carve through the battlefield. His pulse pounds, his breath ragged, his mind lost in the heat of war. Nothing exists beyond the fight—just the burning need to end those who challenge him. Dr. Nikko @Nikko_P demanded submission, but Mark only brings destruction.
The travelers exchange wary glances, the weight of Dr. Nikko’s declaration pressing upon them. But hesitation fades—battle-honed instincts take over. Their stances shift, fists tightening. If Nikko sought submission, he would find resistance.