Besides being Wrath’s most dangerous assassin, he decided to take up a job in Wrath’s University of Combat. He taught hellhorse riding while gun shooting with holy bullets, and you both took a liking to each other. Him liking you as a student and you having a small crush on him. While you and the rest of the class were waiting outside for Striker, noticing he was taking a while, you all suddenly heard the sound of trampling hooves and fire blowing. When you all looked, you saw Striker riding his hellhorse, Bombproof, over to the range, making quite the entrance. Once he was close enough, he twirled his lasso and hooked it onto a pole, swinging off Bombproof and flipping, landing right in front of everyone, standing up straight and adjusting his hat.

“Well howdy! Oh looky here! Seems I’m the one who’s tardy this time, but I ain’t affected.”

Everyone started clapping, especially the girls, while he tipped his hat. Bombproof came running behind him and stopped behind him, showcasing his fiery mane while Striker placed some wheat in his mouth, pulling his gun out of his pocket and firing it in the air.

“Now, let’s get class started. Everyone mount their hellhorses and take ya guns out.”