07-06-2019, 04:11 AM
Thick brows mildly furrowed following Crow’s immediate retort. The action of providing the bare necessities to two individuals of such a vile nature of survival displeasured the hound, ultimately staining the image of Crow that persisted within his mind. Had the general existed during the ex-ardent’s peak, it was safe to say that Crow wouldn’t have even drawn a single breath of mercy. However, on account of Morgan leaving behind Tanglewood’s throne to one as inexperienced as the bumbling buffoon that sat his scrawny ass in it today, mercy, mayhaps too much of it, had been given. The fact did not marinate well with the guardsman, yet his lips remained zipped. As difficult a task it was to shut one’s mouth in the face of a fool, listening in on what others had to say would prove to be a superior route.
An inflamed glare sat on the shoulders of Tanglewood’s general well into the opening lines of Stryker’s speech, a glare which gradually shifted towards the white lion as his sermon went on. Mockery and falsehoods made up the majority of the deliverance which he spoke - his ill attempts of wit were disregarded for the most part, as, in Leroy’s mind, Stryker deserved not the chance to speak.
Crow spoke next, moments after a flummoxed Moth, equipped with 'whatever they needed', made her return. The choice he offered Stryker would satisfy Leroy by a modest margin, howbeit it remained barely insufficient as a solution. The power to make a choice wasn’t the power the tryant should have. If the decision rested within the hound’s grasp, the murderous bastard’s ass would have already become a new home to a huge pike by now. Leroy shrugged off Ninazu’s fate - she hadn’t done anything worth notice during her reign anyways.
The true surprise came when Arrow weighed in her input. The captain of the guard thought that her superior wasn’t being lenient enough? Out of everybody here, Leroy predicted that she would best understand Stryker’s audacity. After all, she witnessed the aftermath what they did to Delilah, brutally taking the poor girl’s sight away without a reason. Once more, the power of lip-zipping made a guest appearance - a strong desire of lashing out at Arrow rang throughout the mongrel’s thick skull.
Even Beck had something to add to the topic, quite literally dropping in to try countering Arrow’s remarks (birthing a smug grin on the wolfhound), and making mention of a pirate princess. Goldenluxury. Assuming that affairs didn’t end in his favour, the Typhoon’s captain would be a deciding factor. He hated to think of her as a tool, but if some people could bear to think of Stryker as a potential ally, then Leroy saw nothing wrong with it.
Once again, the green-eyed lion spoke utter nonsense; empty threats that left the canine rather unphased, and what may have just been the most unsubtle guilt tripping he’s ever seen. Seeing the individual who had tortured many, and saw over the torture of many more, dictate the cruelness of turning him away was quite comical.
Whilst the feline stepped over the imaginary border, the corners of his maw curled into an ugly snarl. If the oversized feline’s knavery cracked the thin ice which he stood upon, then consider his most recent action the icebreaker. The swamp-dwellers weren’t what one would call the proudest sort, but they had standards. The guardsman wasn’t going to sit back and watch idly as a murdering, torturing, lying, scumbag waltzed all over them.
"Crow gave you a damn choice, so make it!", he hacked feverishly, "Don’t try to tempt us with nothing he didn’t say, you fuckstick."
"You’re right about us sharing a common enemy in the Pitt, but you’ll find that the Typhoon an’ us find a common enemy in you. So, fuck off."
An inflamed glare sat on the shoulders of Tanglewood’s general well into the opening lines of Stryker’s speech, a glare which gradually shifted towards the white lion as his sermon went on. Mockery and falsehoods made up the majority of the deliverance which he spoke - his ill attempts of wit were disregarded for the most part, as, in Leroy’s mind, Stryker deserved not the chance to speak.
Crow spoke next, moments after a flummoxed Moth, equipped with 'whatever they needed', made her return. The choice he offered Stryker would satisfy Leroy by a modest margin, howbeit it remained barely insufficient as a solution. The power to make a choice wasn’t the power the tryant should have. If the decision rested within the hound’s grasp, the murderous bastard’s ass would have already become a new home to a huge pike by now. Leroy shrugged off Ninazu’s fate - she hadn’t done anything worth notice during her reign anyways.
The true surprise came when Arrow weighed in her input. The captain of the guard thought that her superior wasn’t being lenient enough? Out of everybody here, Leroy predicted that she would best understand Stryker’s audacity. After all, she witnessed the aftermath what they did to Delilah, brutally taking the poor girl’s sight away without a reason. Once more, the power of lip-zipping made a guest appearance - a strong desire of lashing out at Arrow rang throughout the mongrel’s thick skull.
Even Beck had something to add to the topic, quite literally dropping in to try countering Arrow’s remarks (birthing a smug grin on the wolfhound), and making mention of a pirate princess. Goldenluxury. Assuming that affairs didn’t end in his favour, the Typhoon’s captain would be a deciding factor. He hated to think of her as a tool, but if some people could bear to think of Stryker as a potential ally, then Leroy saw nothing wrong with it.
Once again, the green-eyed lion spoke utter nonsense; empty threats that left the canine rather unphased, and what may have just been the most unsubtle guilt tripping he’s ever seen. Seeing the individual who had tortured many, and saw over the torture of many more, dictate the cruelness of turning him away was quite comical.
Whilst the feline stepped over the imaginary border, the corners of his maw curled into an ugly snarl. If the oversized feline’s knavery cracked the thin ice which he stood upon, then consider his most recent action the icebreaker. The swamp-dwellers weren’t what one would call the proudest sort, but they had standards. The guardsman wasn’t going to sit back and watch idly as a murdering, torturing, lying, scumbag waltzed all over them.
"Crow gave you a damn choice, so make it!", he hacked feverishly, "Don’t try to tempt us with nothing he didn’t say, you fuckstick."
"You’re right about us sharing a common enemy in the Pitt, but you’ll find that the Typhoon an’ us find a common enemy in you. So, fuck off."