What? Hothead Jack there can't go ridin' 'round on his raptor, killing mooks?
[Cliff was sprawled out in his seat, feet kicked up on the headrest of the chair before him and arms crossed across his chest. He grinned as he spoke, but it was utterly devoid of humor; there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
He knew exactly what she was talking about, and he'd be damned if he admitted to catching glimpses his 876th defeat against his willowy partner in crime flickering across the screen between the incredibly elaborate explosions.]
Theater IV
[Cliff was sprawled out in his seat, feet kicked up on the headrest of the chair before him and arms crossed across his chest. He grinned as he spoke, but it was utterly devoid of humor; there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
He knew exactly what she was talking about, and he'd be damned if he admitted to catching glimpses his 876th defeat against his willowy partner in crime flickering across the screen between the incredibly elaborate explosions.]