THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid

[gael]

[align=center]

♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The time had come for the Coalition to suffer for their arrogance.  The Ardent marched with steady beat, hazel eyes cold with a fire for blood -- armored and prepared for a fight, Gael led the Pittians to the railroad tracks.

The presence of the other groups only further demonstrated exactly what the vulpine had expected; in their blind conquest, the Coalition completely surrounded themselves by enemies with no hope of holding onto what they thought they could obtain.  Even their former allies are turning on them -- for Stryker failed to invoke true loyalty or trust.

Gael halted for a single moment, the air snapping around him in warning for the storm to come.  He possessed no doubts of the ferocity of his clanmates -- there would be no hesitation to spill blood today.  He smiled; a dark and promising expression before he turned to those who followed him, with only one command before diving into the fry.

"Show no mercy."

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby