START A RIOT / mass raid + takeover

[align=left]Raziel Ó Faoláin —

No simple desire could bring the massive wolf to a battlefield.  The steadfast pacifist lingered on the edges, watching with sad eyes.  Watching, intently, for a particular face among the enemy lines.  Raziel knew better than to assume an active battlefront an intelligent place to hold a conversation but it was hardly the first time the faerie had done so.

His family stood on this field and he wanted to keep them safe.  If he'll listen to me.  The last he spoke to his cousin had been a more than unfortunate circumstance.  Hostage trades never made him comfortable and that was exactly what he'd made of a situation.

He found them left alone, surrounded by fighting.  Raziel commended the sensibilities of everyone present to stay back from a father protecting his daughter.  Satisfied no one stood in his way, the dire wolf trotted forward, halting as he felt the airflow quicken.

"Gael, [abbr=cousin]col ceathrar...[/abbr]" I know you're mad at me.  He breathed out slowly, eyes set.  On the way, he had seen Goldenluxary pin the Pittian's ardent; the fox who had taken his daughter.  The cause of all the bloodshed rested on that fox. "Gael.  I understand you don't trust the Typhoon.  Trust me, instead, if you can."

"Help end this conflict.  If you surrender, the others might follow your lead." Unless by some miracle Jervis found the sense to call off his fighters.  "[abbr=please]le do thoil[/abbr]. No more blood."

attacking: no one (pacifist)
stamina: 100%

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