I DESERVE THE BEST // The Pitt raid

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]A raid hmm? How quaint, the perfect way to introduce himself back into the clan. Sluggishly the lion-sized creature approached the scene of battle, talons digging into the earth in anticipation. Normally he'd be all for these sorts of things, especially when his opponents were a couple of freedom-hating assclowns, but Feliks would be the first to admit that his resolve wasn't quite on its normal level today. He'd been absent for some time, especially from combat, whilst even the proudest creature would admit that they gathered rust after a while, it wasn't the reason for the male's hesitance. Instead, he was observing them all, emerald eyes twinkling with wonder as the enemy revealed information about themselves. He saw different mannerisms, different styles, different reactions to giant 'fuck-off' dinosaurs, unless the slavers didn't have tails tucked between their legs and didn't get their property to fight for them (would've been a good idea if it was dictators under his shoe instead of the innocent), he wasn't too worried about being attacked. Feliks whipped his head up, a magnificent but dry caw escaping from his maw in excitement. Rearing like a horse, chest puffed out like a proud songbird, when all four feet made contact with the soft ground again the final topping on the cake was his smirk. Heh, maybe he wanted to be attacked, if so it'd be easy peasy. Old bones would surely fall back to muscle memory if his adrenaline was tested... everything would be fine. "Quite a feud eh? Authority vs Chaos, Evil vs Good, The slimeballs who live in the armpitt of this Continent against the Clan with the Choo Choo Tracks,".

Walking forwards now that his monologue had begun, Feliks made himself seem as big as he could do to attract more attention. Even if this got him no where, the ecstasy he got from badmouthing groups and getting away with it would outweigh his disappointment at their idleness. The gryphon was far too used to having a fugitive's mindset to not feel a little giddy when he turned out to be the second coming of Houdini. Now, as chaos roared around him and he was sure his clanmates were in danger, his heart beat staccato, feeling like a king without really doing much. Arrogance wasn't a good look for the male, but god damn it if he didn't know any better he wouldn't search for self-improvement. As was life, those who didn't learn from history were doomed to repeat it... Feliks supposed that was why another civilisation had managed to got away with imprisoning those who had done nothing wrong. "I think I speak for the majority of the scurvy dogs around here when I say that this attempted display of power isn't impressive. I'd feel bad raising my claws against a couple o' scrawny bastards,". Look who's talking. "Yo, anyone else without an opponent wanna help me think of some jokes against these scrubs? The brain bank's depleted of energy just looking at these boring sycophants," he called out hoarsely, ruffling his cranium's feathers in self-made amusement. Nice to know he was taking this seriously.