looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

[Stryker]

⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺

pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled

The air around his head began to grow thinner. He began to grow weary, head swaying from side to side, but he kept his stand and tried to pull away from Gael's air-tight grip. Stryker, successful in his measures eventually, reeled back and let out a chuckle. With Atticus fallen and Vale in a screaming match, it seemed that his presence was no longer needed unless ze was going to rightfully take zir spot on the throne. The lion damn well hoped for it too. Gael was too weak to lead The Pitt, as evident from today's events. For a two time ardent, he knew The Pitt's audience and morals very well, knowing that they would all eventually revert back into the hellish landscape they once were.

With that, he shifted the sand around his paws. Small particles began to bunch together in no time, becoming a thick wall of sandstone that protected him from Chernabog's dive. Before he left though, he peered around the side with a smirk. "Keep it in mind though, will ya?" With that said, he disappeared into the ground and tunneled his way home.

//out!

"TALKING"