01-21-2020, 08:37 PM
Though various Tanglers situated themselves within the graveyard, only three distinctive targets stood out to the general. There was Aurum, his second in command, Miller, an esteemed chaser who had demonstrated an aptitude for hosting official events (such as weekly tasks, and potentially training sessions), and, last but assuredly not least, Snarl, a chaser that had been present for many a major circumstance. Abathur found himself positioned alongside those previously mentioned names, yet for all Leroy cared, the arachnid wasn't a tremendously important victim; it's just the legs, there's way too many of them, you know? As for the canine's target of topmost significance, Aurum ranked the highest out of everyone there on the priority-o-meter. When he'd discovered that the lion never acquired a mask for himself, the male's jaw fell ajar in bewilderment. How an individual as renowned, as acclaimed, as remarkable as him had yet to procure a mask was completely beyond the wolfhound. The oncoming onslaught would be completely ruthless, and perhaps the single-eyed feline existed as the best person to make an example out of.
Buoyant, confident strides carry the leader towards his target, making no effort to conceal his person whilst entering the cemetery. This is mainly done as an attempt to extract the attention spans of those present, so that the smaller (and stealthier) Tanglers who hid outside the site's grounds could get the drop on the unmasked. Firmly planting his soot-coloured paws a good few metres out of the Proxy's reach, Leroy halts his movement and looks the lion into his cerulean eye. "Alright, here's the deal," he declares, in an announcing sort of voice, as if he wished for everyone else to hear as clear as day, "I want some cloths. Erm... yeah, that's pretty much it."
And with that, he lunges for [member=6881]aurum.[/member] in pursuit of the male's fabric sash. Pain is not his intention - establishing an unshakable hold on his mark is. Assuming that he's successful in his attempt, the cur would wrap his limbs around Aurum, and make an effort to remove the feline's cloth via wildly kicking around his midsection and hoping that connecting punt kick would remove it.
Buoyant, confident strides carry the leader towards his target, making no effort to conceal his person whilst entering the cemetery. This is mainly done as an attempt to extract the attention spans of those present, so that the smaller (and stealthier) Tanglers who hid outside the site's grounds could get the drop on the unmasked. Firmly planting his soot-coloured paws a good few metres out of the Proxy's reach, Leroy halts his movement and looks the lion into his cerulean eye. "Alright, here's the deal," he declares, in an announcing sort of voice, as if he wished for everyone else to hear as clear as day, "I want some cloths. Erm... yeah, that's pretty much it."
And with that, he lunges for [member=6881]aurum.[/member] in pursuit of the male's fabric sash. Pain is not his intention - establishing an unshakable hold on his mark is. Assuming that he's successful in his attempt, the cur would wrap his limbs around Aurum, and make an effort to remove the feline's cloth via wildly kicking around his midsection and hoping that connecting punt kick would remove it.