looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

[Stryker]

STRYKER ☣ COTC ☣ KINGPIN

There he was. Tygrve himself. The little bitch didn't stand a chance, yet he decided to throw his paws up and beg for a fight. Pathetic. Stryker sneered, a mischievous glint appearing within his eye. Now he wasn't going to let one miniscule Roux play him, especially one within The Pitt. These pussies didn't know what a true Pittian was. Ruthless and calculated, not this cowardly garbage that refused the better offer... because why? They're afraid to lose an immanent battle? Or because he hurt one lousy member? The Roux should have stood his ground with honor instead of succumbing like a fool. "I don't I owe you anything, kid," he shot back. "You threatened me, went after me, and I retaliated. What did you expect?" The lion's brow furrowed. His head craned to the side awaiting an answer. Whether Tygrve chose to spoke or not, he attempted to cut them off. "Peace? As a former Pittian, I should know your outsiders do not expect peace from your group." A dastardly cackle left him. That was the truth. "Is it wrong to take your aggression as a sign of disdain? Should I be friends with a motherfucker who calls me a 'stupid sack of shit?'" He clicked his split tongue in disappointment, shaking his head in succession. If Tygrave had only been polite. Calling someone a 'creepy ass motherfucker' wasn't very friendly, now was it?

Even so, Gael wasn't pleased. Stryker merely shrugged his shoulders, eyeing the group that gathered and noting those that worked in his favor. It appeared it was time to leave now, especially with the chaos that ensued in his favor. Vale didn't seem like agreeing with zir leader's policies anytime soon anyways. With that, he began to turn away, but not before the yelling from the melanistic beast ravaged the area once again. The Kingpin wanted to laugh. Needless to say, he liked this one. They knew where their heart lied and was willing to stand up to what's right. Oh, if Gael was only the same. Maybe then he'd have Stryker's support. For now, he was disappointed by his successor.

But the next moment came as quick as the last. The wildcard darted towards him instantly, slamming him into the floor. A thud erupts from the floor. Claws unsheathed from their sockets, attempting to swipe at Vale's face. If successful, his strike would lacerate behind zir eyesocket and pull their eye forward. The optic nerve would wrap around his claw like a ring while the eye dangled, swaying elegantly as he was pushed into the floor. A vicious grow left the Kingpin. Their paw laid on his head now and next thing you know: CRACK! Pain convulsed down his temple and through his spine. Stryker felt Vale's release not long after, signaling for him to quickly get to his feet. His teeth were bared, ready to attack again... but ze had a plan. A smirk appeared on his lips. If losing a horn was what it took to get an alliance, then so be it. He'd have a wonderful story to tell Ninazu later too.

The lion was not bothered enough to check the damage. They were in the middle of something important. Either this divides The Pitt or they allow the Coalition to coincide with The Pitt. Up to them. Nevertheless, he kept his cool and let out a snort. "That does sound fair, yes," the Kingpin reasoned. "Now, can we talk like true Pittians and wager the benefits?" Even if they had to backstab one another in the future.

His eyes shifted to Gael. "Unless you'd like to continue pushing off the challenge for leadership and forming a proper alliance to benefit your dying group, rather than stepping up to the plate." Despite looking at the current ardent, his mental manipulation attempted to breach Vale's mind to send a message. 'You have my support. Talk to me later.'

THE WEAK ONES ARE THERE TO JUSTIFY THE STRONG
DON'T BOTHER TO RESIST OR I'LL BEAT YOU

— Reggan