At the statue's base, the newly endowed leader of Tanglewood reigned supreme. His head raised high and his neon gaze focused out onto the horizon, observing the swamp at it's finest. As the breeze shook at the trees and the vines swooped through the sky, so did his mane in it's sheen glory. A wicked smile curled upon his maw as he lowered his slitted eyes to the floor, watching as a small crowd began to gather. They knew he had important news. Stryker did not have to call out for a meeting. His mere presence attracted followers, whether for good or bad, and he would gladly keep them on their toes.

When the majority arrived, his eyes specifically drifted to the Coalition wanderers that had gathered. Their loyalty was valuable. If they remained with them, they would receive a great prize and wonderous glory along the way. As for the rebellious, they would be damned. Vigenere, Atbash, and Atticus had already their fate determined. What about the rest though? That varied from moment to moment.

The lion gave a firm huff. How pleasurable for them to arrive promptly and so orderly. So far, at least. "If you haven't shown your face yet," he started off with a growl, "I recommend you do." His claws tapped impatiently at the stone beneath his paws, awaiting their dismay or approval.

Slitted eyes peered down at the crowd. Their special revolt leader had some words to say, which was not surprising. He smirked as Aurum spoke and offered a cackle in response. "I know you're face," came his sly comment, "But I do not know your name, eyepatch." A brow rose. "Nor do I necessarily care." As always, a nickname would suffice. From Goldie Locks, Rhiney Whiney, Snake Bitch, and now Eyepatch, they would all have their own Stryker-ism eventually. 

Moving onto the general crowd, he noted Stheno's direct orders. 'Wonderful,' the lion reminisced within his thoughts. His paw shifted outwards to the snake hybrid and his claw pointed directly at her, specifically at her damaged eye. "This is unacceptable." Clicking his tongue in disappointment, he continued. "Take note that if anything like that happens again... There will be consequences." Truth be told, Stheno's mercy was smart at first. Atticus was supportive of his movement within The Pitt, but things were taking a turn for the worst. "Your revolt-" His words spit towards Elsweyr and Aurum. "-will only make things worse." Needless to say, Vigenere was in for a treat later on. A special surprise to spice things up, really. "And during that time, our lovely Stheno found an intriguing Pittian trying to leave." Green hues intentionally shifted to Moth in the crowd. "He has been dealt with." Or will be. He was currently within their island's captivity, waiting his eventual fate in agony.

With one last gesture towards the wanderer hybrid, the Kingpin continued on. "Stheno will be your new leader as the conquest continues," he stated. "Her word is law. Betraying it will have detrimental results, so I advise you to be on your best behavior." Especially Mr. Eyepatch. His gaze moves over towards his fellow wanderer, looking her in the eye. Stryker offered a stern nod. He knew she would do well, despite being a newer addition to the Coalition's family. "If you have any words, Stheno, please step up to do so."

Before she spoke though, there were some small subjects that they needed to discuss beforehand. "In other news," he continued with a smirk. "You may notice Palmclan wandering our territory. They are assisting us in our endeavors, so I advise you to be friends." Once again, it was a thinly veiled threat. "Alithís Evgenis may join us later, perhaps Elysium." Stryker hadn't convinced them yet. He hoped to change that soon, but for now he wanted to prep them for other visitors. Keeping the Tanglewooders on their toes was vital.

Stryker found solace in his own words. Satisfied, he awaited for Stheno to possibly step up, but in the meantime he listened to the crowd's mumbles. From the back, a voice spoke up. The fear and denial in Salvia's tone rang out clearly. 'You're not our leader,' came their challenging call from the back of the crowd.

Rubble from the floor began to float upwards and the ground shook wildly. The marble underneath his feet began to crack as his fury began to physically manifest. A rumble sounded out as the statue's head split down the neck, successfully beheading the worn down figure. With a swift movement of his paw, the head whipped in Salvia's direction. The rubble that followed quickly shifted into dagger-like crystals that would cut swiftly through their targets in the crowd. Marbled debris attempted to slice at the cub in the crowd, followed quickly by the thick marble head that would slam into their head and potentially knock them out or render them dead.

Despite the results, the floor would continue to shake and his head would turn back to the crowd with a wicked sneer. "Anyone else?"