[ this takes place at the same time as this thread! ]

How ironic, really. Lucky had caught one of these bastards trying to poison them in their own territory and had forced him to guzzle it down his own throat. A dead serpent had been dumped on their border days after as a show of force, but what the Rosebloods didn't realize was that the Pitt didn't fuck around. Lucky didn't care if he had just joined less than a month ago. He didn't care if he did not hold undying loyal ties to the group. Nobody threatened him and got off easy.

So, while the girls performed... whatever weird shit they were doing, Lucky had snuck off on his own to do just the deed they had come to do: poison the water supply. While his forte was more bloodshed and violence, he would have to save such acts for another time. This task was just as important. The hellhound popped the cap of toxic liquid open and proceeded to dump it, contaminating the Rosebloods' drinking water.

He tossed the bottle carelessly and slipped away, with Rhia and Nina's little show having hopefully been a distraction.