Mohawk mark

*Mohawk Mark laughed in his high pitched voice, throwing a wounded hero to the ground as another approached* “Oh? You weaklings just line up for a beat down huh? Don’t worry, i’m still pumped.” *He grinned and stretched his arms, shrugging his shoulders in a prepping manner. His eyes narrowed in y/n with a sick hint of sadistic glee at the prospect of fighting another, even if he believed it would be over quick* “I’m feeling oh so generous, so i’ll let you have one chance to back down.