There he was. Tygrve himself. The little bitch didn't stand a chance, yet he decided to throw his paws up and beg for a fight. Pathetic. Stryker sneered, a mischievous glint appearing within his eye. Now he wasn't going to let one miniscule Roux play him, especially one within The Pitt. These pussies didn't know what a true Pittian was. Ruthless and calculated, not this cowardly garbage that refused the better offer... because why? They're afraid to lose an immanent battle? Or because he hurt one lousy member? The Roux should have stood his ground with honor instead of succumbing like a fool. "I don't I owe you anything, kid," he shot back. "You threatened me, went after me, and I retaliated. What did you expect?" The lion's brow furrowed. His head craned to the side awaiting an answer. Whether Tygrve chose to spoke or not, he attempted to cut them off. "Peace? As a former Pittian, I should know your outsiders do not expect peace from your group." A dastardly cackle left him. That was the truth. "Is it wrong to take your aggression as a sign of disdain? Should I be friends with a motherfucker who calls me a 'stupid sack of shit?'" He clicked his split tongue in disappointment, shaking his head in succession. If Tygrave had only been polite. Calling someone a 'creepy ass motherfucker' wasn't very friendly, now was it?

Even so, Gael wasn't pleased. Stryker merely shrugged his shoulders, eyeing the group that gathered and noting those that worked in his favor. It appeared it was time to leave now, especially with the chaos that ensued in his favor. Vale didn't seem like agreeing with zir leader's policies anytime soon anyways. With that, he began to turn away, but not before the yelling from the melanistic beast ravaged the area once again. The Kingpin wanted to laugh. Needless to say, he liked this one. They knew where their heart lied and was willing to stand up to what's right. Oh, if Gael was only the same. Maybe then he'd have Stryker's support. For now, he was disappointed by his successor.

But the next moment came as quick as the last. The wildcard darted towards him instantly, slamming him into the floor. A thud erupts from the floor. Claws unsheathed from their sockets, attempting to swipe at Vale's face. If successful, his strike would lacerate behind zir eyesocket and pull their eye forward. The optic nerve would wrap around his claw like a ring while the eye dangled, swaying elegantly as he was pushed into the floor. A vicious grow left the Kingpin. Their paw laid on his head now and next thing you know: CRACK! Pain convulsed down his temple and through his spine. Stryker felt Vale's release not long after, signaling for him to quickly get to his feet. His teeth were bared, ready to attack again... but ze had a plan. A smirk appeared on his lips. If losing a horn was what it took to get an alliance, then so be it. He'd have a wonderful story to tell Ninazu later too.

The lion was not bothered enough to check the damage. They were in the middle of something important. Either this divides The Pitt or they allow the Coalition to coincide with The Pitt. Up to them. Nevertheless, he kept his cool and let out a snort. "That does sound fair, yes," the Kingpin reasoned. "Now, can we talk like true Pittians and wager the benefits?" Even if they had to backstab one another in the future.

His eyes shifted to Gael. "Unless you'd like to continue pushing off the challenge for leadership and forming a proper alliance to benefit your dying group, rather than stepping up to the plate." Despite looking at the current ardent, his mental manipulation attempted to breach Vale's mind to send a message. 'You have my support. Talk to me later.'

THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER

"Threatened you? You're the creepy ass motherfucker who was lurking around in the dark while I was having a moment. Did I hurt your feelings? Ha, fucking bitch." Trygve would immediately speak with a snarl, he took a step forward despite his current injuries, he wasn't a coward and would disregard his injuries completely if it meant that he could set Stryker aflame with his fire. "Friends, huh? I wouldn't ever dream of it especially with such a creep like you." The draconic boy continued with a lash of his mottled tail as he raised an eyebrow at the bigger feline noticing how the other was trying to turn things on him. Make him look like the culprit. Not too stupid, that's a first thought the boy as his tongue swiped across his lips remembering how Caesar had underestimated him and well, the stupid son of a bitch had gotten a broken leg and missing tail because of it. "Now, instead of running your mouth... What about you either tail it back home or I'll make sure this time, you'll be the one dragging their own sorry ass back to the shithole you came from." His muzzle wrinkled as he took a few more steps and the flames that churned from within now danced around his jaws.

He was not impressed by the fact that Vale had taken one of Stryker's horns and was more unimpressed as the stupid shapeshifter lost an eye because of his recklessness. "That ain't a pound of flesh, dipshit. Good job on losing an eye though, I'll give you props for that." He turned his gaze back to Stryker watching him through narrowed pupils "As far as I know, your opinion or input doesn't really matter here. Several have spoken and you have overstayed your visit so fuckin scram." The mottled boy would've continued or made an attack towards Stryker if it hadn't been for a certain someone who had jumped onto his back causing the draconic boy to twitch his tufted ears. Ah, it was Atticus. "Really?" He mumbled in a barely audible voice only to spare Sweeney an apologetic look though it shifted to a scowl when the other boy began to claw at his ears. "Alright, you wanna act like tough shit? I'll show you." Growled Trygve through gritted teeth feeling blood beginning to slither down the side of his face.

With Atticus still locked onto his back with his claws, Trygve immediately rose to his hind legs trying his best to ignore the pain that pulsated at the sudden movement. If Atticus didn't want to fight fair, that was fine, Ry had been taught how to fight dirty by Michael. And frankly, Trygve didn't feel like fucking around anymore, his patience already running thin. Without a word or letting Atticus realize what he was about to do, Ry lifted himself slightly into the air with a flap of his powerful wings and with back facing the ground did he let himself fall aiming to crush Atticus under his weight and possibly knock him out. If he succeeded, he would roll off the other with a huff before shaking himself from the sand that he had collected from that impact. He spat out a bit of blood and tucked his wings neatly against his sides ignoring the pain that was going throughout his entire body "Now, I'm really pissed off. This is your last fucking warning." A few embers from his flames dropped onto his legs, burning away at some fur and revealing obsidian hued scales.

"Leave."