ONCE I START BREATHING FIRE YOU CAN'T TAME ME

A rabid hiss left the feline's throat as he approached. Golden eyes locked in on the leader at the front, subtly watching as the leaders behind him struggled in the entangled roots. Atticus' dead gaze peered into the audience as he sauntered to the front. Familiar faces lined the crowd. Pittians and pirates alike, they all held no way over him anymore. His dedication lied in one place now... with Stryker. While it was unwilling hypnotization, the man had no way of knowing of the downsides just yet, as his conscious had been repressed and the feral beast within had taken control. Needless to say, Atticus was gone. All was left was a hallow shell of what once was.

As he settled near the front, his hues momentarily diverted to the sky. Sweeney was placed strategically in the sky and peered from above with a looming glare. Atticus' mind faltered into thought, the control inside him eventually suppressing his desire. His teeth grinded together. Frustrated, he snapped his head back towards the lion and sat silent.

The jolt from behind stung at his backside, causing his head to whip around towards Goldenluxury with a vicious snarl. Pain from the now-peeling skin crawled up through his spine within seconds. Alabaster teeth gritted together in frustration. A forced cackle left him. "Take all the shots you'd like, Goldie Locks," he spat. Slitted eyes narrowed, attempting to lock with hers as a smirk curled upon his maw. "Because you won't have much time left." The lion offered a mocking flick of his tongue, only to turn back towards those before him and admire their bickering.

As Aurum shouted desperately at Gael, his smile only widened. The Pitt... being cowardly? How strange. If this was one of Stryker's courageous reigns, he would have swooped in by now and attempted his own pursuit of power. Instead, Gael sat there. What a self-serving cunt. For once, the Kingpin had to agree with the other maned lion, despite their many quarrels. Aurum, if he kept shouting, would only cause The Pitt to feel more comfortable with the Coalition of the Condemned. After all, more power to them. Instead of commenting, the other big cat just watched with amusement.

Another defiant yell from the crowd. A proclamation from a small feline. One of The Pittians, actually. Ironic that Kian stood up, rather than their own leader taking action. Before he responded, the lion used his elementals to raise a wall of stone in front of him, essentially shattering the ice that headed towards his chest. The rock crumbled before his paws afterwards. "You don't have to tell me that, kitty," the lion responded. A sneer lined his face. "I know how you're damn group works. I led them twice."

The ground below him rumbled, both due to Aine's attack and his own willingness to let it continue as he found the culprit. His gaze surveyed the audience, noticing the attentive fox. Green hues narrowed down onto her. As the vines began to entangle at his back legs, the stone beneath his paws began to shake violently. Moments later, spikes shot upwards towards the vines and cleanly cut them in half. The vines sloughed off his legs easily. Offering a cocky brow raise, the Kingpin moved along.

Slitted eyes with a mischievous glint shining within them moved back onto the audience. "Anyone else?" he tauntingly offered. As he awaited an answer, his gaze traced those who showed up. A suitable amount had arrived. With no answer just yet, the lion decided it was time. Thus, the show began.

The roots entangling let Vigenere loose, releasing him from his makeshift prison. The feline wheezed, finally able to breathe freely, but he wouldn't go without a fight. The time to act was now. Tanglewood's Luminary stumbled forward, darting towards Stryker without hesitance. Unsheathed claws attempted to reach out towards the lion, only to freeze before he jolted upwards. The stone below wrapped around his paws. Hues widened in concern. He writhed in his spot, trying to break free from the earth's hold, but there was no luck. A ragged growl echoed from the back of his throat.

Stryker merely peered backwards with a wicked smile full of crooked teeth shining in Vigenere's face. "What?" he rasped. No response came. Only a stuttered mess left the golden cat. "Did you expect to leave scot-free, Cipher?" A maniacal laugh left him as he stood face to face with the feline. His paw drifted close to the feline's chin. A rough paw pad pressed on the luminary's chin, raising his head up to look up towards Stryker's gaze. His stare locked with Vigenere's fearful one. The leader trembled within his grip. "You won’t win this," came his hiss. "You have a dangerous ally on your side. Don’t expect loyalty from someone who won’t give you honesty." The paw around his chin tighted around his cheeks, squishing them up and hushing the feline effectively. A disapproving ticking left the Kingpin.

The roots of his former entanglement lingered behind Vigenere. Stryker offered a final smirk, only to let loose. Wooden spears shot through Vingenere's back, one impaling straight through his heart. Blood splattered across the albino lion's face in an instant, causing him to stifle a laugh as he continued on. The impaling roots lifted upwards, exposing the luminary's bleeding underside with crimson liquid beginning to gush on the floor below. Vigenere's head hung loosely with dead eyes staring down at the audience in shock. His jaw unhinged, almost as to let out a final screech, with his tongue splaying outwards into the still air.

As blood continued to pour, the lion's attention shifted towards the three leaders left before him. Hani, Alani, and Goldenluxury were left on his agenda, but who would meet their fate next? Determining the answer, the lion turned back towards the audience with a smile.

"Shall we continue?"

//permission to powerplay from Mysteriously Maple