chomping at the bit - [COTC ARRIVAL]

[Stryker]

Stryker held his promises. Always. Even if they were littered with contradictions and false truths, the Kingpin always took it upon himself to keep up with what was expected. The same went with Elysium's raid. Given time, they were going to show up. Without a leader to point them in a direction and the downfall of their pessimistic ways, their takeover was inevitable. Like Tanglewood, they had failed to act. It wasn't until a light shove, despite the negative action, was given that the groups both decided to get off their high horses and speak out. How fucking pathetic. Next time, unlike the rest that had fallen, they should remain... proactive.

With his makeshift army behind him, the lion wandered up to the border of the mountainous group and paused. His neon gaze scanned the peaks lining the horizon. A smirk met his lips. Now that was prime material to work with. Continuing on, Stryker led those following him into the middle of the territory as alluring eyes of Elysium watched their movement carefully. "Isn't it cold, fellas?" the lion remarked back at those that followed. A playful glint shined in his eyes. "Not for long though."

A clap of his paws signaled outwards as he sat down. "Let's get to work," he exclaimed. "Unlike Tanglewood, these ones won't give much of a fight. Capture them, manipulate them, maim them, kill them... Whatever suits your fancy." Stryker knew he would be a prime target also, hence why he was sitting. Any miscreant Elysite would need to confront him while surrounded by other large beasts of the Coalition of the Condemned. Intimidating, isn't it? Nevertheless, maybe that small fry of a former leader would approach him again with a sad gust of sand. That might be the only fight they'd get.

Elysium will make a swell edition to the Coalition of the Condemned's empire.