say my name - [TAKEOVER RAID]

[Kharisma]

KHARISMA

FEMALE — CONDEMNED — WANDERER — SABER

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Kharisma's blood was racing itself with adrenaline as she stormed in with the Coalition. The crsip air of Tanglewood's camp pinched at her nose and she wrinkled back her muzzle, her distaste evident with the low growl that arose from her pharynx. Despite the putrid stench, though, it didn't take long for the sabertooth to begin investigating her new surroundings. She would wait. She would wait until Stryker gave the signal to...

And there it was, as promptly as she had hoped.

At this point in time her blood was pumping so rapidly it was a shock it didn't combust her physique as she charged forward into the mass of creatures. Her diversely spotted tail streamed like a flag in the air from behind her, forepaws pounding the earth as she ate up the distance in what seemed like no time. "Alright, shitheads, come and get a taste of your own blood!" Blood! It'd honestly come as a surprise to Kharisma if the Tanglewhateverthehells didn't end up ecstatic upon catching the eager beckoning. Blood was always a good sign, was it not?.

Kharisma urged herself to slew to a halt to better take in the horde of loyalists. Best not be too quick and let someone trip her or some shit. And now she would wait to gauge an incoming moron, her paws planted firmly in the leaf-littered soil. She was ready to kick some ass. Hmph.

#psychosocial.