false confidence - injured, joining

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ —  Truly, he ignored the growl. The lion knew there was nothing going to be done to him with this helpless fool. So he proceeded. Feeling the other give up one he received Stryker's support, he attempted to lower himself so he could prevent the canine from falling to the ground. Nevertheless, he kept trying to push the defeated stranger forward and away from the destruction in their path. As the others arrived, the male spoke quietly.

Slowly moving on, the lion's neon gaze turned towards the smaller female. At least someone was helpful around here. "Cosette," he calmly mentioned, "Please grab someone with medical knowledge, preferably Esklav if he's not busy." Truly, the Slaver had no knowledge of who was proficient in those tactics here. His job was to slash and dash, not heal and feel. Meanwhile, his attention shifted to Quill. "How about getting on the other side of this one and helpin' me out here, wolfy?" It was either helping the male walk or carrying the stranger on their backs. Stryker preferred the less painful way, but if this one decided to pass out, they'd be doomed to carry the piece of shit all the way back to camp.

With a huff, he carried on. Benny's comments were informative and showed he had plenty of knowledge, something they really needed right now. Perhaps they didn't need Esklav. "A'ight, I can do that, chap," he responded. Nevertheless, another willing soul arrived. The lion stopped in his tracks as Valkyr offered his herbs for the canine, hoping that he would take them.