Verena
Devil woman
Vulcan didn't mind him cursing and provoking him. He continued stepping forward, growling louder, saliva gathering in his mouth. When he saw Tucker sprinting towards him, he stopped and spread his legs a bit to give him more stability. What would he do? Punch him in the face? His fist would meet his teeth first. Vulcan didn't care breaking him a limb or two as long as he was alive.