IS IT ALL OR NOTHING | o, rescue raid

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Stryker had warranted their newest target to be the Typhoon, but perhaps they had another enemy on their front. With the Typhoon dealt with (mostly), the ardent had contemplated on choosing a new target instead of continuing their mess. With the capture of a special medic from oh-so ‘frightening’ Tanglewood, he was enthralled, but found them to be less of a threat. They were lousy competition. For a warbound group, they were too passive to his tastes and he doubted their strength. Plus, The Pitt had more members. As most knew, there was strength in numbers and if the slaves, masters, and members could rise up, they would surely win the war. But did Tanglewood seem like they would attack over this lousy fool to him? No. Not at all. If they did, he’d laugh. Thankfully, there were still enough spots to fill in the temple’s chambers if they were to fight back... and Tanglewood was. To his surprise, he was caught off guard.

The trembles reached the lion's senses in no time. Neon eyes darted up from the ground and into the horizon where an army of Tanglewooders awaited a fight. 'Shit.' Stryker dove to the head of his temple, looking out on his surroundings and looking for any weak points in their raid. There was little. Even so, it seemed as if they were swarming in two areas. Axle and Morgan ran the two areas. Little did the lion know, they were rerouting them away from the temple's chambers. Frustrated, the ardent rushed out of the temple and into the battle front. NPCs followed his lead out into the jungle's forest.

Orders were being past around as he shot out into the jungle. "Guard the temples, get our strongest to the front, and bring the young inside." There was little time to prepare. Anything would do for now. Pausing at the front, the ardent turned towards his closest allies and let out a ravishing roar. "KILL THE SEWAGE RATS," came his malicious hiss. Claws unsheathed, slitted arrows narrowed, and muscles flexed. He was ready to go into battle. Whipping around, he searched for a target. Obviously, the first one to come to mind was Morgan, seeing they were a fellow leader. The samoyed was small and an easier target than the majority that had already arrived to the battle, but Stryker was definitely underestimating the general's control of water elementals. Nevertheless, he would head in.

Stryker lowered to the floor and pushed off into the air with tensed haunches. Outreached, jagged claws aimed to grab at Morgan's front. He would attempt to take ahold of the general's neck, pushing his weight forward so the samoyed would then collapse to the ground. If successful, he would try to get some other slashes of his claws in before the other leader regained sense.

//open to attack here, would love some kills or maims, along with venomous paralyzation and mental manipulation if y'all would like. if your boi gets killed, their head will go on a pike for the border later on when i get those details out!