With hazy eyes and a prolonged yawn, Mik awoke on a bus-station bench. The spider's eyes opened and closed a few times to readjust themselves, trying to get a good look at the ruckus that had woken him up. As well, he was stretching himself out, standing up and bending his arms over eachother to pop all of the joints. Of which there are quite a few. 

Three of his eyes trailed on a man with a motorcycle and a baseball bat. What is this, Mad Max? Who dresses like that? Mik remembered that he was wearing pajamas and decided to not judge him based on his dress. 

The rest of his eyes, with the help of a tilt of his head, looked to the other man. Looked like a normal dude, but he carried himself with pretty high regard. 

Wait.

Why were two weirdos here? Especially at this hour. Mik's thoughts paused for a moment. The arachnid looked around, trying to spot the moon. When he finally saw the moon he nodded. Yeah, what are two weirdos doing out at this hour? It wasn't really all that important. They woke him up, may as well do something about it.

He made sure to step out a few feet, away from his bus station resting place, placing his body underneath the light of a streetlamp. While the other two would be piddling around, Mik decided to start stretching himself out. Why else would the man with the motorcycle have a bike, other than to fight?