Alarmed and alert Hunter and Michael both leapt to their feet in seconds, eyes sharp and focused. Michael looked at Hunter with concerned eyes as his best friend winced clutching his left thigh just above the injured knee. His attention shifted back to the ten men surrounding them as they sliced the knife in the air experimentally, the hissing sound whooshing by.
"Damn, where's my baby when I need it," Michael muttered wishing he had his blade with him. Hunter frowned beside him. "I thought I returned your knife, Mike," he said, earning a scoff from his buddy. "Eric took it. Smartass said he couldn't trust me with it around that Andrew boy and I forgot to take it back later," he explained, sounding annoyed. Despite the pain, Hunter laughed at Michael's displeasure.