10-31-2018, 07:51 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"]Rozovsky had never really seen Stryker until now. No, he had never really spoke to him, but that was okay. In his previous life, he had never seen his own political leader, despite being ordered to do his every command. The point was, Rozovsky held no ounce of loyalty for the leader himself, but certain members of the Pitt were people he liked. Ninazu, for example, for tending to his wounds. It would hurt him to think that he was hurting her as well, but he could no longer stand the type of group he lived in. If he had been able to, he would have put a bullet through his leader’s head in his past life, but he had never got the chance. In some way then, he felt that he was getting his revenge on taking out this leader.
Rozovsky whined as paws battered his face and he jumped back, only to be attacked with a frenzy of claws. Chaos. No order. No tactic. Rage boiled up in his chest. He hadn’t realized that Morgan had defended him from Ninazu’s lightning blast, but if he did, he would have been eternally grateful. There could have been no way for him to dodge it. Now he jumped back as Stryker went for Morgan. He shook his head and studied his wounds. He was bleeding, but it was still minor.
”I don’t think so.” Rozovsky growled at being called fool. He still had no concept of elemental powers or venom, but he was probably larger than the lion by a foot. In his eyes, he was the probable victor. Plus that little white dog, who seemed capable of throwing ice spears. That was sick.
The wolf struck again while Stryker was focused on Morgan. Rozovsky aimed to pounce on the lion and attempted to grab him by the horns, hoping to wrench him off of Morgan. If successful, he would try to smash the leader’s face into the ground by his horns and aim to score his claws down the lion’s flanks.
Rozovsky whined as paws battered his face and he jumped back, only to be attacked with a frenzy of claws. Chaos. No order. No tactic. Rage boiled up in his chest. He hadn’t realized that Morgan had defended him from Ninazu’s lightning blast, but if he did, he would have been eternally grateful. There could have been no way for him to dodge it. Now he jumped back as Stryker went for Morgan. He shook his head and studied his wounds. He was bleeding, but it was still minor.
”I don’t think so.” Rozovsky growled at being called fool. He still had no concept of elemental powers or venom, but he was probably larger than the lion by a foot. In his eyes, he was the probable victor. Plus that little white dog, who seemed capable of throwing ice spears. That was sick.
The wolf struck again while Stryker was focused on Morgan. Rozovsky aimed to pounce on the lion and attempted to grab him by the horns, hoping to wrench him off of Morgan. If successful, he would try to smash the leader’s face into the ground by his horns and aim to score his claws down the lion’s flanks.