FIRE DANCED IN MY EYES ; trespasser

[Stryker]

No small talk? A sarcastic frown met the lion's lips. That was Stryker's thing. The Kingpin could monologue for hours upon hours about any subject. His true power was being able to bullshit out of any situation with brute strength and a slick tongue. This situation seemed to be no different. Through the boy's grumblings, he looked back at the crowd that had gathered for the shitshow and offered a smirk.

Slitted eyes glazed over Trygrve's body, watching as tufts of fur slowly transformed into draconic scales. Lava poured from every crevice until the day of reckoning began. One final shiver, one final gust of pain, had set him over the edge. The jaguar began to tower over them and the lion took a cautious step back, purposefully sliding in front of his daughter as she approached. Neon hues widened as the NPC came entangled in the dragon's jaws. Their screams howled out as the heat burned them alive, causing the Kingpin to reconsider his thoughts. They could use this bastard kid. Once a weakling, Trygrve was now a valuable aspect to their victory. Their weak minded state and furious impulse would make them easier to capture.

In a flash, outstretched talons came his way. Whether or not Sojourns' wall worked, Stryker moved away without a knick and let out a hesitant cackle. Now that was impressive. His slitted gaze attempted to lock eyes with Trygrve, assuming he'd still be staring the Kingpin down. Pupils widened as he tried to infiltrate the Pittian's mind. If successful, he'd attempt to use mental manipulation to take ahold of their thoughts. Silence would enter the boy's mind. The only voice would be Stryker's calm mumble. "The pain is gone," came his soft words. "Become one with the Coalition and you will no longer experience any." Trygrve, if convinced, would slip into a calm state and only follow Stryker's orders from now on.