[The slam may as well have been a warning siren that was as thunderous as his fist plowing through the thin wood that separated their apartments. Cliff was never one for subtlty, unlike the wicked snake that he knew was creeping near by. He kept his hearing sharp for any click, any scuff of boots on carpet as he pulled his hand out from the splintered wood. He had barely given himself time to get armed in his rage, and it showed in his bloodied knuckles.
He strapped on his second glove with the apparently lazy ease of a tiger on the hunt. This was an old game, and he was always willing to play.]
Y'know that this ain't gonna be interesting if you keep sneaking about. Show yourself.
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He strapped on his second glove with the apparently lazy ease of a tiger on the hunt. This was an old game, and he was always willing to play.]
Y'know that this ain't gonna be interesting if you keep sneaking about. Show yourself.
You know you wanna.