"Here doggie doggie!"

As the bikers closed in Mark threw his hands up over his head crossing them at the wrists. Lifting his head my brother let out an ear splitting howl that raised the hair on the back of my neck. The bikers froze in their tracks as Mark continued to emit that ungodly noise. While howling he began to bring his arms down slowly every muscle in his arms shoulders and back standing out. At the end of the howl Mark's hands blurred in an intricate series of punches then stopping, he put his arms out; hands open as if waiting to embrace a lover.

"Oh my god."...