with a lean forward and a sweep of his left, crocodile hooked the weapon carefully around the younger manβs neck. his words came out low, coasting off the billowing waves of smoke seeping from his lips. βwhy donβt you come back over here and find out? and mind your tone when you say that, mutt. +
"Is Sir entertained enough then?" He said with a little teasing tone, looking over his shoulder smiling smugly, just as his next landing had him land over his abdomen in a swift acrobatic display, where he had even lift his leg to curve, tip of his heeled boot almost reaching his own head, crystal +