[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — His head jerked backwards, feeling Rovosky pulling him backwards. Sharply growling, the lion pushed away and slipped away from the wolf by using his much larger weight to keep his stance while refusing to be thrown to the ground. Stryker, still facing Morgan, aimed to kick out his back legs like a horse. If successful, Rovosky would be punted backwards. "SIT DOWN." His hiss was sharp and demanding. "YOU'RE NEXT IN LINE FOR AN ASS KICKING." For now... It was just Morgan.
[member=155]Morgan[/member]
[member=155]Morgan[/member]
[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