Brad's eyes narrowed, a wave of something heavy coming from him. However, as large as he was, it was still difficult to say that his frame was more imposing than Grey's own.
Not to mention the chainsaw hanging from Grey's back, there was also the spear, and the curved saw. As ridiculous as the muscle suit was, not to mention the pair of pink panties hanging out of the back of his hip, the wild air around him only seemed to paint him as the more unpredictable character.
He looked every bit the part of the mad man, right down to his crimson eyes and iron jaw.
Compared to Grey, Brad was wearing much less. Just a leather upper armor that let his bulging arms take center stage and the large hammer strapped to his back. He looked much more… normal.
Unfortunately, you didn't exactly get points for that in this world.
Seeing that Brad wasn't going to say anything, Grey looked past him, his eyes landing on Stella who was likewise looking at him with a cold gaze in her eyes.
