now i'm here on my knees // Sparring

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Stryker undoubtedly deeply craved the acceptance and the attention of everyone around him, prominently shown by his actions within Snowbound. When he wasn't given the recognition he desired, he turned a blind eye (the mere thing he was telling them not to do) on his own actions and outlashed at his former clan for showing no justice towards their enemies. To him, the importance of the thrill of life was all he lived on. If they were going to ignore the action for the simplicity of life, then why live? Normality was concerning.

Wandering the area, neon eyes were pried wide and search of a new adventure. He did not want to go on another hunt to capture prey or watch another torture that had no deep intensity or meaning to it within the Pitt, but something that would enthrall and involve him deeply. Stryker was high on life.

An outcry from afar grazed across his ear drum, causing his gaze to shift over to the unfamiliar kitsune. Not only did they want to test their skills against someone, but there was a possible prize involved (though it was not promised). There was motivation and meaning to participate, hence he would offer himself up. If anyone else wanted to fight, perhaps he would step back in honor as he was larger than the kitsune considerably, but that did not change his mind. Reward or not, he was interested.

A mischievous smirk grew upon his lips as he neared the stranger. Head craning to the side, he spoke wearily to throw the male's perspective off. "A fight you say?" the slaver inquired. "If no one else steps up to the ring-" Green orbs observed the space around them, finding no one coming forward. Great. "-I wouldn't mind taking a few hits for the sake of it." 'It' as in his own entertainment. There had to be a risk factor in every situation he enjoyed, otherwise it bothered him.

For a moment, he stood quiet. Those around the area continued their chatter and offered nothing, signaling that perhaps their fight was destined to be. Stryker smiled lightly. Finally a chance to live a little. "What are the rules?" he questioned. While the Pitt had no rules against harming another member of the clan, besides the 'eye for an eye' factor, he was traditionally taught in Snowbound to spar without drawing another member's blood. Pacifistic bastards. Here he assumed things were different. Survival of the fittest. If they were going to have no rules and allow claws, the slaver was all for it, as it added some spice to his day.