“I’ll take the middle then,” Michael offered.  Though unable to match the phenomenal musculature of the legendary T-Hawk, when Michael strode out with the others, wrapped in a buffalo fur blanket, he was an imposing figure.  His usual demeanor didn’t emphasize the fact that he was at least a head taller than James.  The blanket also emphasized the breadth of his shoulders.  His dark hair falls free down the black curly fur of the robe.  Three hawk feathers were braided above his left ear.<br/>His feet padded softly across the floor in soft brown moccasins.  He threw off the blanket and lifted his fists into the air as he regarded the crowd.  Beneath it, he wore a shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and tattered pair of comfortable jeans.<br/>