sweating bullets | TAKEOVER

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — The headbutt missed, but the side of the dragon hit him offcenter and Stryker wavered in his spot, releasing his paw from the throat of the Hailcaller. With a growl, he fell to the side. Sadly, since he was pushed away, the attack from Dmitri flew past him. Even so, the lion chose to outreach towards Dmitri while he laid on his back, aiming to slice at his chest as he flew by as a warning. He was still far from Dmitri when he tried to attack the other big cat. It was likely to miss. Still, his priorities were not focused on attacking Dmitri and Sicarion, along with the others that had chosen to speak up for their supposed 'strong' clan. A little lesson didn't hurt though.

Once again, he was generalizing the fact that Snowbound was peaceful and pacifist, but yet there had been a few chosen animals that had decided to allow their claws to fly. For as proud as he was, Stryker still wanted the power he craved. Not only this, but the attention and pain that would come with this wonderful takeover of his, as it would provide him with a significant leverage within other resources of his. To have a leader bend their knee wasn't so easy... at least to him, it was, but for the other pussies out there, he was sure they couldn't compare to his glory.

Stryker rolled back on his feet. Venomous fangs flashed as a warning, ears pulling back and his tail slashing from side to side. Someone thought it was wonderful to interfere. Truly, that is what he wanted, but he wanted to at least get to the fun part with Atbash before they gutted him. Oh well... He still had time to do that anyways. The lion didn't plan on leaving. Snowbounders thought otherwise, especially Sicarion and Dmitri. Afterwards, his gaze would shift towards Sicarion, offering him narrowed neon eyes in return. A smirk met his lips. In the meantime, he didn't notice Winterwolf's attempt to join in during his weakness.

He strode his way over in a cocky gait towards Atbash, aiming to throw his paw back down on her throat. By now, Atbash should be able to squirm and move to her will because the effects of his venom should of worn off. Even so, Stryker still was the dominant accuser in the situation. "I told you that they would make my job easier," came his hoarse tone. With the paw that had her by the throat, the Hailcaller would be picked up off the ground in an obscenely tight grip and held up for all to see. "Atbash, I told you before that you ignored the world around you, as if chaos meant nothing to you... as if your allies were nothing." With his other paw, his claws would begin to trail up from her lower body and up to her face slowly as he spoke. "You took no action against those who hurt us..." Neon eyes narrowed at the Hailcaller, a low growl reminiscing from the back of his throat in fury. "Snowbound's pacifist ways do nothing to those who harmed our clan, our home." As he spoke, his pointer claw began to encircle the leader's face, zoning in on one specific area. "Leigh knew it..." Closer. "Jacob knew it..." And closer. "And you know it now." For a moment, his claw pulled back and he let out a dramatic sigh. Stryker's eyes grew soft. "You looked away when our friends and family died to the savages of the world." He grew frustrated again, claws flexing and his grip growing stronger on her neck."And you did nothing but turn a blind eye on us."

In one sudden movement, that claw that pulled away would jam itself through her pupil. His claw skewed the eye, slowly pulling it out with a satisfying rip of the optic nerve. Obsidian blood began to flood from out of the socket, running all over his paws and down her chest as she dangled within his grip. Atbash dropped from his grip, piling on the floor. Blood splattered in all directions.  A blood soaked face leaned down to meet Atbash's good eye, the claw with her eye on it dangling for her to see. "Before I take the other one, you're going to watch them suffer," Stryker spat. 'Just like I did.' That said, he looked toward the crowd, hoping for a reaction after watching their former clanmate stick their leader.

//permission given for powerplay