.:*☆ BLOOD ON MY HANDS — RETURN

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — No surprise. After they tustled with Pincher’s daughter, The Typhoon was bound to strike back again. Stryker had hoped that their playing field was level after their raid on The Pitt, but seeing that Cosette came back in shambles, it was very unlikely that the newly made ardent wouldn’t strike back. Obviously, he had no plans in mind right now. There were other stimuli to focus on, but later he’d have a discussion to figure out what they would do back to their enemy. With Benny throwing a fit, it was best that he’d talk to him and Quill. After all, the marauders were his most trusted allies. Plus Benny was out for revenge. That’s exactly the mindset he wanted for his reign and if that could continue on, they’d be thriving in no time. With a skilled warlord and a ravishing brute by his side, The Pitt would rise... but not until Cosette was healed. It was all or none.

On instinct, Stryker dove forward a few steps, catching Colette on his neck before she slammed her skull into the ground, possibly causing more damage than needed. A huff left him as she landed. Slowly, he lowered to the ground with her on his side and laid her out so their fellow erudite could take a look. ”Benny, gather [member=2078]QUILL H.[/member] , we’re out for blood,” he growled. ”We’ll be discussing this as Ninazu takes care of her and if needed, I’ll go through Cosette’s mind later to scope the area.”

//mobile, assuming you wanted her to be caught?