sweating bullets | TAKEOVER

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ —  Continuation.

All was quiet. Too quiet. The once tranquil surroundings of Snowbound stood horrified in fear as their newest enemy roamed past the border. The limp, paralyzed figure of their leader swung in his venomous jams for all to see as he made his way to the banquet hall where Stryker was once exiled in.

After Yes Man, leader of The Pitt, had offered him a place with freewill and the thrill of a lifetime, Stryker had gladly taken the chance. The exchange was hurting someone in return. For the recognition he dearly craved, one soul couldn't hurt. Thus went Izuku. The green feline fell to his knees, paralyzed in fear as his clanmates came running to witness his destruction. He could remember the rush of the moment... the attention it finally gave him. For once, Snowbound had turned their eyes upon him when he was doing the wrong thing. After all these years of his goodwill, they had finally noticed him in the shadows after one outbreak of his temper. Pitiful. Not only this, but his exiled allowed him to do whatever he pleased. To give justice to those who wronged him, to make an example out of a corpse, and throw threats wherever he needed. If only they knew...

Now because of that, they would suffer. Snowbound would no longer turn their pacifist gazes away from the trouble of the outside, as it was now coming to them. Their goodwill has lasted too long. They would need the help of their allies, their claws to be unsheathed, and for their roaring voices to be heard to get out of this predicament. Nevertheless, they were damned for now. With an iron fist and the full force of The Pitt behind him, they were an unstoppable warbound group with a pacifist group begging for their life. Stryker had finally cornered them.

All eyes laid on him as he wandered into the hall carelessly, throwing the leader's limp body aside for all to see. For a moment he turned to look at their gazes. Horrified, furious, and pleasured eyes met him as he stood smirking at the front of the hall with his head high in the air. "Well?" he drawled menacingly. "I'm here, powder puffs." The lion's head craned to the side, observing his surroundings as his allies followed in from behind. By his orders they had free reign to do whatever they wanted. The Pitt, mostly Stryker, held no ties to this clan any longer and were willing to do what it took for Snowbound to succumb to their power and see their mistakes. Freedom never lasted.

"Consider this a takeover," came his calm, satisfied announcement. "If anyone would like to object, please do." Neon eyes drifted over to Atbash, who's paralyzation should be wearing off anytime now... then the fun could finally begin. "You'll be making my job way easier." With that, he turned to face his audience to take in the long needed attention he craved for years on end. If he couldn't gain it by being the hero, then he might as well be the villain.