09-22-2018, 07:54 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Salty air was never a good sign within the Pitt. While their clan did reside around ravages, the destruction was always a thrill, but sometimes never a welcome one. Especially when it came to one of their own (or soon to be). Heightened awareness caused him to come to his feet and wander off towards the situation. Soon enough he was approaching the scene soon enough with a confused and agonized expression, wondering what even happened to such a group. Another scent lingered. Sadly, it was masked by the thick smell of blood and Stryker could not point out a culprit.
There was not much else to do now but to help the injured. All but one were left alive, but he was left in rigid condition. Truthfully, Stryker thought that if he survived the outcome of these events, he would be living a damn well lucky life. No thought passed through him further as he aimed to come on the Doberman's side and hold him up with his much larger side for support. "Perhaps," he suggested calmly, "We should go somewhere else so you can sit down." 'Without being covered by the blood of your brothers...'
There was not much else to do now but to help the injured. All but one were left alive, but he was left in rigid condition. Truthfully, Stryker thought that if he survived the outcome of these events, he would be living a damn well lucky life. No thought passed through him further as he aimed to come on the Doberman's side and hold him up with his much larger side for support. "Perhaps," he suggested calmly, "We should go somewhere else so you can sit down." 'Without being covered by the blood of your brothers...'