The time had finally come. It was time to tell Stryker exactly where he could stick his sly grins and honey coated words. Rhine had left a very small group of Palm Glades members on Typhoon territory, telling them to wait and see what went on while the rest of them went back. That had turned out to be a good idea, as only an hour ago, he had one of the members of the patrol running back into camp. They had told him that they had seen The Typhoon approaching their taken over territory, accompanied by Tanglewood and what looked to be many others. Although the returnee had looked petrified by what was going on, Rhinestone had felt a grin come to his muzzle. A return raid meant that Typhoon was going to be taking their home back, and The Palm Glades could help with that. They had no reason to remain loyal to the Coalition, seeing as they had already fulfilled their initial deal. Not to mention, most of them hadn't liked Stryker from the beginning, and Rhine had honestly just been waiting for a chance to drive the Coalition away – that way, the Glades wouldn't become a target as well.

So, after explaining his plans to the patrol leader, and sending him back towards Typhoon territory, Rhinestone had emerged from his den, leaping atop the meeting rock. He shook out his dark blue pelt, taking in a deep breath before he shouted, "Palm Glades warriors! Please gather around, I have something to tell you all!" He waited until a decent sized group had gathered around before he continued, his short tail resting at his side, "The Typhoon is taking back their territory from the Coalition! And, seeing as we no longer have an obligation to help out Stryker, we're going to help them take it back! We'll be taking the Coalition by surprise, considering Stryker still thinks we're allies. However, I believe that helping the Typhoon is in our best interests, considering it would take very little for Stryker to consider us as the next conquest for the Coalition. So, if you're ready for a fight, follow after me. I'll give the signal for us to attack once we're there. Remember, we're only going after the Coalition. Now, come on immunes!" With that, the legate turned and leaped off of the meeting rock, the air seeming to shift and whip around him as he turned. He made his way towards Typhoon territory, beckoning for the others to follow.

( HERE IS THE LINK TO THE RAID! )

Sparks crackling off his fluffy ears, and the vaporwave sparkledoggo huffed and looked to Rhine. His fluffy tails lashed behind him as he stepped towards the immunes. The pastel explosion hated this whole business involving the Condemned—but he understood their war would be an eternal one, if not stopped. Fighting now, while the other groups teetered in faltering legs, would be easier than fighting alone.

“Right,” he grumbled. He glanced at Medusa, remembering their teamwork last time the Palm Glades fought on Typhoon soil. “The Coalition doesn’t stand a chance.”