Iron will vs Iron grip
@iron-willed is being stalked.
The locker was unmoving, and quiet. He almost walked right past it, had he not seen the door sliding closed out of the corner of his eye he may have left well enough alone. But he scored a hit on one of those people and the blood trail stopped here. All Jake could do now was stare out of the cracks in the door at Michael, who seemed more or less a statue if it wasn’t for that loud breathing behind his mask.
And then he moves, taking a large step forward and grabbing ahold of either side of the locker. Inhuman strength pushing and pulling until it finally gives way, slamming down over the doors. Stepping around to the broad side of the locker, he lifts the kitchen knife high above his head, and slams it down against the back of the locker, the knife piercing the wood and steel, again and again as low grunts of effort are audible with each stab at the locker, while he attempted to skewer the man hiding inside.
