Drawn for me by John Becaro

Razor stands on top of a building looking out at the city scape. Looking behind him over his shoulder he sees a individual who he has to have words with. Snarling, he brings up his weapon of choice and channels lightning through the claws.

"So nice of you to come along. Saves me the trouble of having to look for you."

You can be sure that whoever it is will not be having a good evening.