#p:wicked

`* with two pointed claws pressed against the left side of the cat eared head gear he wore, salem sat perched upon the frozen outer edge of one of the lost buildings in park row, golden eyes glowing under the thermal goggles tugged over the top. hearing the buzz in his ear, he cleared his throat as he gave a glance to the right, a frown tugging down upon his face as he watched the vicious riots tearing up the icy battlefield below *` deadshot -- `* he muttered the alias as he shifted back, leaning his weight back against his other foot, his other hand outstretched upon the ice before him as he retained his careful balance *` where are you -- ?