{ Redwood’s look of contempt was unrivaled. Anger. Disgust. Wrath. All of that was there in his eyes. Along with the drive to kill. To maim. }

{ What words West had to say, fell on deaf ears. Every ignorant to advice, Ares could care less about this city and it’s laws. It’s laws were meaningless. The Sheriff made it so . . . by his own corruption. He’s hurt many, many people, yet always appeared “virtuous” in the eyes of the public. Ares could not abide. He could not allow it to continue. }

{ He must end this monopoly on violence. With his own methods. }

“Out of my way.”

{ The mercenary grabbed West. His vicious eyes stared at West, almost like some hungry wolf disturbed before his kill. It was as if, Ares was ready to hurt West as well. Ares relented, but kept his objective firm. He wanted West to understand where he was coming from. }