START A RIOT / mass raid + takeover

[wormwood.]

The day had finally come for the raid on the Pitt, and Wormwood could feel the blood pumping through his veins, his heartbeat roaring so loudly in his ears that he could hear it with every step. He trailed only a bit behind the rest of the Tanglewood group, a green piece of cloth wrapped securely around one of his front legs to signify that he was a member of the swamp dwelling group. Soon enough, the stench of the Pitt filled his nose, acrid and far too familiar for his liking. His ears instinctively pinned down to his head, a low growl leaving his throat once they reached the jungle. He had been here for many different purposes before – meeting Draekon, attacking Bai Shi, trying to rescue Roy – but this raid was by far going to be his favorite. Not only would Goldie have her revenge for the many things that they had done not only to her and her group, but Sam as well, but Wormwood would finally have his revenge for so many of the awful things that the Pitt had done not only to him, but Tanglewood as a whole. Sam, Beck, Red, Roy... they were all in his heart as he stopped in his marching, his blue eyes blazing and his golden and red wings stretching far up above his head. Not only was he going to get his revenge, but he was going to also get his son back, the true love of his life who had been snatched from him only days after he had officially been adopted. The last time he had seen the tiger, he had been totally unresponsive and had lashed out at him, seemingly with no memory of his new father figure... they would pay for that, as well.

Once Goldie was done with her brief speech, the lion rolled his shoulders and took off into the sky, flapping just a bit above the large group of three allies, temporary or not. As his eyes scanned through the Pittian camp, desperate for any sign of his son, Roy, he growled darkly, his paws and mouth slowly becoming engulfed in flames, "I would recommend you take her offer of surrender, or you're just dragging your defeat out." There was utmost confidence in his voice, quite confident that there was no chance they could fail. The Pitt might have gotten a few more members as of late, but that didn't mean they could take on Tanglewood, Elysium, and the Typhoon all at once. Not to mention the extremely powered up and pissed off enemies that they had made, such as Goldie and himself. As his eyes darted from face to face within the Pitt's desolate looking camp – no doubt full of agony and slaves desperate for help – he also kept an eye out for Jervis, his mouth practically watering at the chance to finally tear the Pitt's leader apart – that was if Goldenluxury didn't get to him first. Worm could still feel the throb of the leg wounds the fox had inflicted upon him in the last raid of the Pitt, and he was eager for his payback.

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]