POV: GunnerGunner Jäger stalked his way down the long corridor alone with heavy, choppy strides, the sharp blades of his skates cleaving deep, clean cuts into the padded rubber matting that lined the hallway floor.The few people he had passed moments ago had scampered toward the wall, giving the seriously agitated man room to get by without him accidentally knocking them into the concrete or spearing them with his stick. Nobody wanted to be the one to set him off. You could see it in the way they moved, fast and sideways, like small animals clearing a path for something larger and meaner and completely indifferent to their existence.His cobalt eyes were on fire. Blue hair damp and matted flat against his head. Shoulders heaving under the protective pads with every breath he dragged in and shoved back out.He was a large enough man to begin with, six foot three, every inch of him built from muscle and bad intentions. Add several pounds of hockey equipment, shoulder pads, thick glove
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