10-03-2018, 05:49 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Drawing in a deep breath, the lion tensed up a few. No restrictions? While they were a violent clan, there was a certain amount of people who wouldn't dare to hurt their groupmates, let alone do it without reason. Really withdrew the Pitt's meaning away in his opinion. Still, there was quite the few that were willing to take it to the next step to gain a high off of life. It just happened to be these two. For a first encounter, Hisoka and Stryker seemed to already be hitting it off in many ways despite the judgements being made between them.
Etching closer and eventually over the line, Stryker's smirk widened. Unsheathed claws scraped at the ground impatient; he was itching for a worthy fight. "I see no problem with that," he responded back. Unlike Hisoka, the prideful and pompous ass was willing to go for the gold by beating the other into submission if it meant that he was higher on the food chain. His actions would not come without reason. After all, he wouldn't be offering himself up for this without one. All he wanted was a little thrill... Surely this would make him feel empowered.
Green eyes lurked over towards the side, observing the other stranger that had approached. "Please do join us, foxy," came his cocky remark with a snort. Truly, he did not know what creature Seamus was, nor did he acknowledge it, but he was oh-so curious on how they'd eventually pop into their spar (or if they even would). Perhaps Stryker would have to stimulate them to join. (
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Not awaiting a response, the lion jumped into action. Leaning back and shooting forward to gain momentum, the male pushed himself off the ground with powerful haunches in action and into the air. Outreached claws would aim to grab Hisoka's neck. If successful, his overwhelming amount of weight would barrel the large kitsune to the ground as he strangled them. His hopes were to keep the male in place so he could then use his back claws to scrap at the male or allow his venomous bite to flow through his groupmate's system. For now, he waited.
Etching closer and eventually over the line, Stryker's smirk widened. Unsheathed claws scraped at the ground impatient; he was itching for a worthy fight. "I see no problem with that," he responded back. Unlike Hisoka, the prideful and pompous ass was willing to go for the gold by beating the other into submission if it meant that he was higher on the food chain. His actions would not come without reason. After all, he wouldn't be offering himself up for this without one. All he wanted was a little thrill... Surely this would make him feel empowered.
Green eyes lurked over towards the side, observing the other stranger that had approached. "Please do join us, foxy," came his cocky remark with a snort. Truly, he did not know what creature Seamus was, nor did he acknowledge it, but he was oh-so curious on how they'd eventually pop into their spar (or if they even would). Perhaps Stryker would have to stimulate them to join. (
)Not awaiting a response, the lion jumped into action. Leaning back and shooting forward to gain momentum, the male pushed himself off the ground with powerful haunches in action and into the air. Outreached claws would aim to grab Hisoka's neck. If successful, his overwhelming amount of weight would barrel the large kitsune to the ground as he strangled them. His hopes were to keep the male in place so he could then use his back claws to scrap at the male or allow his venomous bite to flow through his groupmate's system. For now, he waited.