..::Blood and Leather::.. -- Club Alien

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Subject: ..::Blood and Leather::..

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Craig Rhymes

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Date Posted: 04/ 1/11 7:53:59pm
In reply to: Angelina Uris 's message, ":An Angel In Waiting:" on 04/ 1/11 4:53:17pm

As his name was called, Craig's head snapped around and a snarl parted his lips. Fingers closed around the edge of the door as he yanked it open, nearly tearing it off its hinges in his haste. He charged through the club like a bull, shouldering several people aside, using the little remaining self control he had left to not shove them too hard. The last thing they needed was a lawsuit for breaking some by-standards arm.

He slid to a halt, using his momentum to crash into the middle of this mess. He put on male down with a fist to the face, knowing it was inevitable he'd broken the kids nose. He lifted the other brawler off his feet with an openhanded jab to the diaphragm, hoping he hadn't broken the kids ribs. Broken noses came easily enough in bar brawls but cracked and broken ribs took enough force that any doctor would raise an eyebrown when told it came from such a brawl.

With the two instigators out of the picture, he turned his attention to the man who hand his hands on Angelina. The wolf was plain to see on his face... the feral glint in his eye, teeth bared in a snarl, and you could all but see his ears pinned back. He wouldn't shift, he had too much control for that, but he couldn't always keep Wolf from sliding to the forefront in situations like this.

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