[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — "YOU FUCKING EGGPLANT TRASH, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!"
The man himself had arrived, eyes ablaze with the rage of a thousand fathers. Stryker knew what was coming to him, struggling to realize that there was no way out of this situation. If only he could snake himself out of this one... The lion backed up further, trying to avoid Pincher's attacks, but inevitably was yanked away from his daughter and thrown off to the side as a shock ran through his body. The Slaver had felt this pain before with Esklav. It's horrifying, imperfections brought him discomfort as he swerved off to the side with a involuntary growl of frustration. With the inability to move from the shock throughout his body, he was unable to defend himself from what was coming next.
With each word, the hatchet slammed into his chest and a vicarious roar followed each time. He was struggling. In pain and struggling, Stryker aimed to grab Pincher with his front paws and drag his head towards him as he pulled down on his neck. Jagged claws would forcefully move their way into the male's throat, hoping to pierce whatever veins were visible on the pirate. The lion would then aim to headbutt the other leader out of frustration. Despite giving him a pounding headache, Stryker felt as if he had an advantage. Every breath brought new feelings in his body and each movement he made caused pain to shoot up his spine, but there had to be payment for his loss. The feeling between the two was mutual. Each feline wanted to gut the other, evening the playing field until the other excelled. In an effort to go further, the lion would attempt to grab at the hatchet with bloodied paws and take it away from Pincher. "STRIKE ONE?" he roared. His voice was shrill, full of rage. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO, FISH FUCK." The hatchet would then attempt to break through Pincher's chest, aiming at his vital organs. There was a high chance of bones breaking in the rib cage area and the hatchet barely piercing any of the organs, but that was the intent Stryker held when going for the shot.
Afterwards, the lion's mental manipulation would attempt to breach Pincher while he was weak. Even so, he too was damaged and wasn't able to focus his powers. His manipulation may cause a shift in attitude rather than the other leader leaving straight away without his beloved prize, but instead only leaving peacefully once Goldenluxury was acquired. "LEAVE."
//posted early on accident, but this should do!!
The man himself had arrived, eyes ablaze with the rage of a thousand fathers. Stryker knew what was coming to him, struggling to realize that there was no way out of this situation. If only he could snake himself out of this one... The lion backed up further, trying to avoid Pincher's attacks, but inevitably was yanked away from his daughter and thrown off to the side as a shock ran through his body. The Slaver had felt this pain before with Esklav. It's horrifying, imperfections brought him discomfort as he swerved off to the side with a involuntary growl of frustration. With the inability to move from the shock throughout his body, he was unable to defend himself from what was coming next.
With each word, the hatchet slammed into his chest and a vicarious roar followed each time. He was struggling. In pain and struggling, Stryker aimed to grab Pincher with his front paws and drag his head towards him as he pulled down on his neck. Jagged claws would forcefully move their way into the male's throat, hoping to pierce whatever veins were visible on the pirate. The lion would then aim to headbutt the other leader out of frustration. Despite giving him a pounding headache, Stryker felt as if he had an advantage. Every breath brought new feelings in his body and each movement he made caused pain to shoot up his spine, but there had to be payment for his loss. The feeling between the two was mutual. Each feline wanted to gut the other, evening the playing field until the other excelled. In an effort to go further, the lion would attempt to grab at the hatchet with bloodied paws and take it away from Pincher. "STRIKE ONE?" he roared. His voice was shrill, full of rage. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO, FISH FUCK." The hatchet would then attempt to break through Pincher's chest, aiming at his vital organs. There was a high chance of bones breaking in the rib cage area and the hatchet barely piercing any of the organs, but that was the intent Stryker held when going for the shot.
Afterwards, the lion's mental manipulation would attempt to breach Pincher while he was weak. Even so, he too was damaged and wasn't able to focus his powers. His manipulation may cause a shift in attitude rather than the other leader leaving straight away without his beloved prize, but instead only leaving peacefully once Goldenluxury was acquired. "LEAVE."
//posted early on accident, but this should do!!
[align=center][div style="font-size:14.4pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:.7px;text-transform:uppercase;"]——– I got no plans to retire ——–
[ and I'm still the man you admire ][div style="font-size:7pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:center"]Stryker Malus — Kingpin of Coalition of the Condemned — TAGS
[ and I'm still the man you admire ][div style="font-size:7pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:center"]Stryker Malus — Kingpin of Coalition of the Condemned — TAGS