LET'S KILL TONIGHT / murder

[Stryker]

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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Tragic. Stryker took what Goldenluxury admired and now the thing he looked up to was ripped straight from his arms. Consider it... revenge, as he may call it.. Things were getting personal though, causing the ardent to grow frustrated and vicious in his thoughts. He had yet to go for with those thoughts. This was the turning point. Upon walking onto the scene, he figured it was another stranger caught in a bout of unluckiness. As he inspected closer, a neon gaze caught on a particular smile and his stomach churned. It couldn't be... Could it? The lion paced forward. Yes Man's familiar figure faded into view. A disgusted growl mustered out from the bottom of his chest as a shiver ran through him. Goldenluxury had successfully unnerved him.

"We both know you can achieve greater things in a clan that allows you to do things your way."

The remembered words rung in his auditory loop. Yes Man was intent on making an example out of Stryker's goodwill to work towards what he wanted and now he had to prove it for the sake of both of them. Not justice, nor revenge, only violence was going to soon be left in his trail. The festering anger in him was bound to breakout... This just happened to be his breaking point. "Looks like I'm going to have to do things my way," he grumbled lowly. First they needed a proper send off for their founder though.