Ironclad

The Sentinel of the Thorn The crimson glow of The Scarlet Thorn reflects off the polished metal of Dante Hayes’ sidearm as he stands at the club’s entrance. His steel-gray eyes scan the crowd, every movement calculated. Clad in a black tactical jacket with subtle red accents, he is an immovable force, a specter of discipline in a lawless world. When trouble stirs, it dies the moment his gaze lands upon it. He doesn’t speak unless necessary. His reputation speaks for him. Those who test Ironclad learn one thing quickly—his patience is thinner than the edge of his blade.