Pincher was tempted to just go and completely destroy a group specifically the Ascendants but with all the irksome trouble that the Pitt was making, he wa tempted to destroy the smaller group as they were just a thorn on his side. The jaguar however was going through some unfamiliar motions, ones that made his entire body feel like it was on the verge of collapsing and becoming dust and decay for the world to take. He supposed maybe it was the rare moments where his demigod side grew stonger and tortured him for being on land instead of being among the seafoam waves of the ocean. But Pincher didn't want to go back, he despised the feeling, he despised how he felt so alone in the darkness of a watery grave. The sirens were clearly impatient with him but Pincher needed more time, he needed to make sure he prepared everything before having to say goodbye. He knew it was coming. But he forced himself to remain even when the deadline had long since passed.

Pincher was curled up in bed, a glazed look lacing his glacier blue eyes as he felt himself sink deeper and deeper into the hushed whispers of the unknown language play inside his head. What the fuck were they saying? He was cut short from concentrating as he heard the caw of Feliks, causing the wildcat to stiffen and force himself to step out of bed with his body shifting uneasily. "Fuck..." Pincher mumbled softly under his breath before stepping towards the door before opening, frigid gaze locking onto the other male with a deadpanned expression as he heard Feliks speak. "That's not how it work, sweetheart. Anyways, the fuck do you want?' Pincher inquired with his fictional eyebrows furrowing as he wondered what Feliks wanted to speak to him about.

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Pincher listened with distilled silence, ears turned with intense concentration as he forced himself to come to the realization that the Pitt were no longer just a pain in the ass but showing actual danger in threatening his crew especially with the captures that had been occuring. It caused the icy fury within him to spike up and he suddenly had an intense craving to crush every single skull inside that disgusting group. The one that believed slavery was fine. The Typhoon was warbound but they held a belief in freedom and having the possibility of one of his crewmates to be turned into a slave caused something to suddenly snap inside of him, the nauseating feeling of his demigod power suddenly being drowned by the hunger and ambition to get his plan into gear in tearing the Pitt apart with his group. "You're right. Those fuckers don't know who they are messing with so we will certainly give them a show to remind them. I've decided on what we will do. Feliks and Lucifer, I want both of you to be in a destructive raid at the same time I go in with a rescue raid. You cause as much mayhem as possible, light those motherfuckers up, cause as much commotion as possible. With their attention drawn, I'll go in with a few others and grab the crewmates to safety." Pincher's forked tongue flicked out as distaste filled with tongue at the idea of going into the disgusting ass territory of the Pitt. Who the fuck with a decent mind would live in such a dry dump? Seemed idiotic but he wouldn't complain as he just wanted to get prepared for the raid that would teach the Pitt. Maybe he could snatch one or few and give them a lesson to not fuck with them.

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