Anthony knew that once the Predators gathered, their sheer numbers would tip the scales in their favor against his crew. Now, with the wild bulls on their side, that advantage was bound to grow even more.
Yet, Anthony felt no fear. The Predators had already shown their full hand, leaving nothing hidden from his sight.
"These Predators have shown all they’ve got, but we haven’t. So taking them down won’t be as tough as it looks," he murmured, though his words left his companions puzzled.
Seeing their confused expressions, Anthony flashed a sly grin and pulled out a handful of powder from his backpack.
This powder was made from a painful memory etched into Anthony's mind, but using it on the Predators now felt perfectly fitting.
"Ever wonder what happens when bulls and men get frisky at
