"Do we… um… need to do much…?"
Mitch's lip twitched as they watched Zarek rampage in the distance. The gap between what he was capable of, and what they were limited to, felt so wide that it didn't even seem like they were playing the same game at all.
A part of Mitch began to wonder just how much of an idiot he had been to show even the slightest hint of dissatisfaction toward Zarek. This guy could have taken his head off whenever he felt like it.
"He's a damn comic book hero, what the fuck," Snooz muttered to his side. "What do you say, Mitch? Still want to fight him?"
"Fuck off."
They were all pretty fit and active, with Boop being the behemoth of the lot. All things considered, other than height, they were about as fit as Zarek in most cases—at least externally.
From the time they were young, they had all been in the gym. In fact, that was how most of them met. They loved it so much they built a whole business around it out of university.
