Svent looked around him, bullets flying through the air. The smell of gunpowder and the sight of rubble and bodies littering the streets were familiar to him. He silently wished for the best for what came next for his fallen comrades but didn’t allow himself to mourn beyond that. Those that had died and those in this life that continue to breathe all knew their day would come to pass. Such was the way of things. Besides, life always moved on, caring not about the deaths left in its wake. That being said, the fight wasn’t over and with Elimater3 dead he was the only one able to take his place.

As he contemplated where to begin his speech, a goat came trotting up to him. It headbutted his knee before it held up a note. He thanked the goat before reading it over. 

.He looked for a soapbox, things he wanted to say ran through his head a mile a minute. New York needed him to step up and he would do so. 

Citizens hid in their homes, cowering behind closed doors as bullets broke through windows and through the occasional door. He knew very few people would hear the words, but he still has his piece to say.

Finally finding a soap box, he took a step up when things died down just enough.

“Today Elimater3, like many others, had met his untimely end. So in his honor, I will step up as the CL of Brooklynn.”

Coroner located a quiet place to gather her thoughts. Ironic as my kin was planning to stop by and as soon as unfolded the main page on the news, she knew she better call the Coroner. She also knew the coroner would have an interest in stepping out with some creativity. Speaking of creativity Svent, where is yours?

I'm going to get right to the point. I get why you are in bold. It's not about filling the shoes of the man you were underboss for. It's about you are beneath taking part in anything lower than RH. Your kin Svent glued to puppet strings purged and bored her crew. The crew's name was also The Fearless.  Why do you feel this is acceptable?