THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid

[Stryker]

A low, rumbling laugh exits from the lion's maw as her first words come forward. The leader's own attitude mimicked Goldenluxury's. They both held onto their dark humor and Stryker, like Goldenluxury, had always managed to be a talkative beast with a sharp tongue. "That's interesting coming from you, Goldie Locks," he reiterated back. "I don't remember inviting you into my home either." A smirk tugged at his facial features. The Coalition of the Condemned owned the islands now, along with the rest of of their taken over territories, despite the rather cruel way of acquiring them. It was undeniable. "To think I was getting quite comfortable in your bed too, especially-" His green gaze shifted towards his partner, offering her a wink. "- with my love, Ninazu."

Slitted hues returned to the Captain. A soft hum reverberated outwards as Stryker craned his head. He knew her intent. Goldenluxury was roughly outmatched by the two when alone, despite the goddess' own self-centered thoughts. His teeth gritted together momentarily, knowing that going outside would expose them to the arriving army. She would not get underneath his skin any time soon. They would not be moving. The Coalition of the Condemned was too busy dealing with their new fish food to focus on saving their precious leader anyways. The Kingpin merely smiled, as if to mock her suggestion. "I don't think so."

The lion darted forward towards Goldenluxury. His claws swung outwards, but were quickly thrown aside as Roxanne's dive forward pushed him off track. Stryker rolled onto the open deck of the Captain's ship as a result. He readjusted back onto his feet quickly and shot forward to his target once again, trying to prevent her from rallying up any attacks in his moment of weakness.

Paws thundered across the deck and stormed through the doorway of the Captain's Quarters once again. With a push of his haunches, he launched upwards and attempted to slam his front paws down onto her back so she would stagger to the floor. Claws tried to rip at her skin if he dove downwards with her, trying to leave large slashes and gashes among her golden fur. Whether or not Stryker was successful, he would push on forward with his attacks. They were a never ending fury.

His front paws attempted to take ahold of her neck. With one paw tightly holding onto her scruff, he tried to use his brute strength lift her head upwards. Unsheathed claws aimed to rake across her exposed neck, presumably hitting vital veins and whatever skin he could grab at. If successful, blood would splatter and gush outwards as her head clattered to the floor. Death would come early for the immortal goddess.