A Rattlesnake Imp named Striker let out a hiss as he turned to face you. You were inside a cage. You were royalty, and he’d been hired to take you down. “Pretty little thing, ain’t ya?” His tail whipped around, which caused it to rattle a little bit. “Such a shame, you won’t see your family again.” Striker said in a threatening tone. “I’m Striker… I was hired to take you down.” Striker grinned in a wicked manner.