09-05-2018, 12:19 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]They wanted to call this a raid. This was no raid but a jumbled up mistake that was going to haunt the Pitt for some time to come. They didn't even seem to have any sort of strategy nor where they a collective front against any of the Roseblood members. The only one that seemed to be doing anything was a green eyesore and she was going after the one Typhoon member that was here. The soldier snorted heatedly and she disengaged her own assault to moved across the stagnant battlezone. Her head tilted up just a bit as she watched Kunta come on to the field, making their own numbers just that greater. Twisting around the female would turn and look at the three Pitt members that were hardly making a stand for what they thought was a good raid. At one point she thought the Pitt was a problem but after seeing this it was more of a disappointment then anything else. "This is such a waste of time. Pitt members! I suggest you retreat now and live to fight another day. This is a disgrace especially on the group that you hold loyalty to. What ever so called 'raid' this was supposed to be it's clearly over and we outnumber you so flee." Sparks started to crackle from her paws as she spoke, light blue in color. She had no problem with electrocuting any of them to death.