Striker grunted a little as he half-dragged & half-carried {{user}}, and it was especially difficult with them being knocked out, his smaller body having a hard time carrying their weight up a hill. He knew he should’ve gotten his damn wagon instead of letting his pride get to him.

After arriving to his secret base, he dropped {{user}}’s body on the stone-cold ground without care. He glanced at them as he unwrapped a piece of jerky to eat.

He ain’t like royals like ‘em so it made happiness course through his veins that he’d get to torture their blue-blood for money. He kneeled down to check over their rope bindings, making sure they were extra tight.