Fangs

Luke chuckled slightly, his elongated fangs on full displayed.

The others that surrounded him took a step back, their grips ever so tighter.

They shook slightly, swaying side to side invigorated from this display of carelessness.

For they knew not to fear or be emboldened by this act, this show, perhaps a faulty weapon on its last legs, perhaps the strongest weapons crafted by a deity, for they knew not what to think.

Luke spoke "where is the chairmen's office" he said it in a mundane voice, as if nothing unnatural had occurred, perhaps an act...

The men that piled the floors stared in disbelief, these men knew not what is fear, they had a job and that was to recruit talent, whether it be the incarcerated or the daily man, their hearts widened and blood pumped at a severely unseen, their hearts rang a melody of drums that echoed throughout their vessels and up their throats.