[center][b][u]Corpse Collector[/u][/b][/center]
“H-H-Hey, watch it!”

The massive moving piece of steel, bolts, and whatever else fancied a mechanic’s greatest dreams came flying towards the Corpse Collector at rapid speeds. Thinking at the last moment, she leaped to the side to the dirt, only letting the explosion that result from the point of contact to give her minor chip damage. It was becoming quite obvious that this girl didn’t seem to know how to play fair at all, only relying on her access to the program’s main interface to manipulate her actions.

Sighing in annoyance, the blonde Avatar got up to dust off her white coat, a scowl dropping onto her face. She crossed her arms and huffed.

“You idiots,” she said, glaring both at Arms Slave and Hungry Jaws. “I could have been killed! Then I’d be mad! Man you two piss me of-hey, it’s you from before!”

Recognizing Arms Slave, the Corpse Collector summoned out a rather large revolvers, the barrel as big as her palm.

“Yeah, it’s you alright! How’s it going? Can you please die for me? Hmm? I’m sure Death Penalty here can finish the job really quick….”

Without hesitation, the rouge player giggled as she began to fire off randomly, not caring where and or even if she hit the two opponents in front of her. Evidently, one almost hit the now airborne Smitten Kitten. 

As the bullet whizzed past, it imploded within itself and rained forward a barrage of Dissolutions that spawned into the sky. The physics of gravity still applying to the virtual world, the newly summoned hail of Dissolutions had no other direction to travel but down, descending right upon Smitten Kitten’s friendly NPC.

Not too far away, a certain Dissolution breed was on the verge of bloodlust. A rare creature, this thing was much different than the average enemies based off of animals or other feral creatures. Covered in an inky blackness much like its cousins, this Dissolution had the shining skull of a wolf crowned upon its head but walked with the body of a man and a bear. A mighty axe dragged across the ground and small tremors welled up wherever it walked. 

Its intended target for the hung: Free Runner.

[i]"My, my. Whoever did that, I like their sense of style."[/i]

[b]“Someone seems to be enjoying themselves.”[/b]

A low voice cut through the air and silenced all immediate distractions. It came from directly behind Gleeful Jackal, and it was one of a taunting nature, though calm in its deliverance.

[b]“Do you intend to just stand there Blue King?”[/b]