10-29-2020, 08:31 PM
The Coalition of the Condemned was quick to arrive after their announcement. Their boats pulled up onto the shore and were stashed away promptly in the swamp's bushes. Soon their trek begin. The Kingpin led them past the beach and into the swamp. Neon eyes met the chain link fence of the junkyard. His paw gestured towards a hole in the fence where he cut through with his earth elementals last time, hoping they'd promptly saunter through. Wanderers slunk through the junkyard first with light paws navigating carefully through the trash and eyes wide for intruders. Stryker led them through the piles, eventually coming up to the entrance. Weary eyes peeked out. His head swiveled from side to side, on the lookout for any strangers.
No one seemed to be in sight. His mental manipulated attempted to send out a telepathic message to those around him. "Clear," he started off with. "Half of you go right, I'll go left with the rest. Surround them." With one last forward gesture of his paw, the Kingpin headed off to the left with his head low and chest to the floor. He stayed with the shadows as he walked through the underbrush. He came to a stop momentarily. His paw swayed on the edge of the group's crater.
In the distance laid Tanglewood's camp. The overgrown town was populated and now surrounded by wanderers. Stryker's neon observed the area, scanning it for any stronger candidates to fight, but ultimately found none yet. So far, they were unaware of their presence. Their advances were successful. A smirk curled upon his maw. He finally peaked his head out from the bushes, looking around nonchalantly. Some started to get fluster, noticing the new smells and wide eyes looked around. It seemed it was time to go.
The alabaster lion sauntered out from the bushes and let out a daunting roar. "TANGLEWOOD, YOUR LEADER IS GONE." Madness descended around them in mere milliseconds, prompting his second shout. "ANYONE FAILING TO INITIALLY COMPLY TO THIS TAKEOVER WILL BE EXECUTED." His claws gripped at the ground. Haunches lowered to the floor, awaiting to pounce on an unwilling enemy. Yellowed teeth bared menacingly. "COALITION, CAPTURE THE REST AND THROW THEM IN THE BUNKER UNTIL THEY AGREE. TAKE ALL OF THEIR POSSESSIONS. RAID THEIR HOMES AND DENS."
A final growl left him.
"RUIN THEM."
No one seemed to be in sight. His mental manipulated attempted to send out a telepathic message to those around him. "Clear," he started off with. "Half of you go right, I'll go left with the rest. Surround them." With one last forward gesture of his paw, the Kingpin headed off to the left with his head low and chest to the floor. He stayed with the shadows as he walked through the underbrush. He came to a stop momentarily. His paw swayed on the edge of the group's crater.
In the distance laid Tanglewood's camp. The overgrown town was populated and now surrounded by wanderers. Stryker's neon observed the area, scanning it for any stronger candidates to fight, but ultimately found none yet. So far, they were unaware of their presence. Their advances were successful. A smirk curled upon his maw. He finally peaked his head out from the bushes, looking around nonchalantly. Some started to get fluster, noticing the new smells and wide eyes looked around. It seemed it was time to go.
The alabaster lion sauntered out from the bushes and let out a daunting roar. "TANGLEWOOD, YOUR LEADER IS GONE." Madness descended around them in mere milliseconds, prompting his second shout. "ANYONE FAILING TO INITIALLY COMPLY TO THIS TAKEOVER WILL BE EXECUTED." His claws gripped at the ground. Haunches lowered to the floor, awaiting to pounce on an unwilling enemy. Yellowed teeth bared menacingly. "COALITION, CAPTURE THE REST AND THROW THEM IN THE BUNKER UNTIL THEY AGREE. TAKE ALL OF THEIR POSSESSIONS. RAID THEIR HOMES AND DENS."
A final growl left him.
"RUIN THEM."