RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUMS | rebellion

[Stryker]

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

Had Stryker made an impact finally? Were they rebelling against their masters and not turning a blind eye against the ravages around them for once? The lion knew little about their rebellion but expected one soon. Though, he must admit, he expected it earlier than this. Even so, Stryker was oblivious. With a low hum spreading across the clan, the leader took it as nothing threatening, but rather the mumbling of a hopeful victim to his innate agony. To think they had a definite chance of escape was rather hilarious to him. After all, who said the rebellion would be successful if they were to have one? Surely, he didn't. Thus he took his safety loosely. If they wanted to get to him, they would need to bowl past the rest of his Pittians.

But what was Snowbound's objective today? Of course, it was to end the rebellion, but there was much more than that. The plan went as follows: 

One... Spread the message. Keep it lowkey, make sure they don't find intel and alert Stryker of their plan, causing another outburst of torture. Speak the message of Snowbound and plead the call of the Rebellion for all Snowbounders, along with allies, to hear.

Two... Gang up. Take ahold of the Pittians, working from bottom-tier to higher up. The less replacements for leader, the better. Stryker should be the last and final target, but the priority. He will be the one to plead mercy and end the takeover. Atbash will soon rule again.

Three... Lead them. After gathering them, lead them intentionally to the Snowdrifts by having them chase after. Do not make it obvious. Let their rage fuel their movements.

Fourth and final... End them. Whatever it takes. Go in guns ablazing, claws unsheathed, and teeth bared for the clan's finest of battles. While proving Stryker's point that they could no longer be nonviolent, Snowbound's point was not to harm intentionally, but to rather stand up to the agony of their enemies. Stryker wanted violence with purpose and that's exactly what he received, though it did lack the finesse he hoped for. Little did they know it, they were falling right into his grip... Or was he falling into theirs?

A smirk spread across his maw, tail lashing and mane whipping in the wind in all their glory. Their screams were hopeful. Soon enough, at Atbash's words and Nui's rampant screams, the lion was surrounded by Snowbounders. Stryker's green gazed whipped around to each one. Lowering to the ground, a hiss left him out of frustration as he searched for a way out of here without being taken advantage of. After all, he deserved a beating. "Powder puffs," he spat underneath his breath. His ears flattened.

Stryker was looking for an exit. "You would think mommy dearest would give up eventually." Glaring, he caught an area to leave from. Near Atbash there was a gap in the crowd... "Or are you all finally standing up for one another?" An intentional gap. Once he would go through, the female would most likely trail after and lead him to his ultimate surrender. "Though, I must give it to you- The snowdrifts were expecting him. "You did try." With a sprint, the takeover leader would shoot through the gap. Outstretched claws would aim to strike at anyone nearby. Without thought, he left his colleagues to die, allowing for his sole escape and unsolicited violence to occur.

'Do as you please, Tsuyu. Get them off of my tail at all costs, but leave Atbash for me.' As he ran in the cold, hoping to make his escape, Snowbounders trailed after the quick lion. Some rerouted his movement by leading him on and causing him to attack in their direction, leading him closer to the Snowdrifts instead of the Pitt's desert. Throats were slashed, others were injected with paralyzing venom, and others managed to get away with minor wounds, but most importantly, the Snowbounder's attacks were not rage-driven violence. They were passionate, defensive attacks to defend their clan. Most were often gentle, even forgiving and pacifistic like Snowbound tended to be, and led him on with their mocking tones. Egotistic and feeling out of this world, Stryker did not happen to notice where he was heading. All that he knew was that he needed to stay alive.

With a trail of crimson blood stains and death in his path, the formerly exiled Snowbounder ran. Soon they would catch up to him... but for now, he was optimistic on his escape.