sweating bullets | TAKEOVER

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ —  At Toga's arrival, he barely batted an eye. She was here... yes. How fun was that. Apparently she had some business with someone else here, but frankly he could care less about her at this point. Instead, his gaze focused elsewhere in the meantime. Izuku and Toga's business was not his. Thankfully, someone had begun to entertain him.

Neon eyes shifted over towards Feliks, the fur above his brow bone raising to inquire curiosity. Objection? Well that was expected. No one liked to be told what to do. Gosh, it reminded him of his own time in Snowbound. A taste of karma, it seemed! Nevertheless, Feliks seemed to take his request back quickly, as if he was realizing the situation all of the sudden. "I sure hope I do, otherwise this wouldn't be going so well," he commented back casually. As for the comments, Stryker had taken the chance to ignore them as soon as someone else from the audience spoke out.

Their desperate pleads were ineffective. The fact that she thought that he would spare someone was doubtful. Obviously they didn't know the circumstances here... He was in charge and he'd do what he'd like. Instead the consideration left him satisfied, his head throwing backwards and narrowed eyes staring down on her as if he was the superior in the situation. "I'm afraid that I can't do that," Stryker taunted back at the child. His voice lowered to a coo, as if he was trying to mock the tenth month old for their stupidity. "Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words will never hurt you. Remember?" He took his paw and mimicked crushing an object within it.  Just like when he was back in Snowbound, his word never had any effect, but once he started to act out they started to notice that he was something more. "Otherwise my point won't get across." His paw lowered to the ground and he straightened out. "Sorry."

It seemed as if Butch didn't even know the rules, promising the safety of others. Lord. Wasn't this one stupid? At Atbash's slight squirming, he'd aim to take his paw and slam it down on her neck. "Now, I didn't say that," he mischievously grumbled. As he spoke, the leader would still remain under his grip and potentially be losing breath. "I appreciate your hope in me though, precious."

Sadly, he was that disconnected with reality. The lion seriously believed everything should bend his way with the mere force he had begun exerting these days since words had gotten him nowhere. If he wasn't at the top, he was nothing. As Sicarion's word his head craned. "Is it your job to be a guard?" he shot back. "You're not doing so good, little lizard." His eyes flickered to Winterwolf who seemed to be chiming up in the meantime. A sigh left him. He could wait. Still, this was not the time to be shooting insults. Instead, they should subject to him so things could go smoother than they already were going, but it seemed like they weren't getting the whole point of things. So what though? Stryker was having the time of his life. The more down, the better. Snowbound would learn their lesson. They would no longer turn a blind eye and hold back on what they truly were. Ruthless animals.

//feel free to attack if one of you would like to do so