[center][b][u]Corpse Collector[/center][/b][/u]
“Hey get back here! Ehehe!”

The Corpse Collector’s childish giggling was soon drowned out by the shots of her Death Penalty as she fired randomly at Arms Slave with no rhyme or reason to her methods. In fact, it almost seemed like she had no particular strategy or even a fighting style to base things off of.

“Eh?”

Arm’s Slave Chain Catch latched onto her right ankle and dragged her forward, forcing her on her back and staring at the world above. She did not appeared phased in the slightest, only grinning when she saw another player hovering right above the battlefield.

“Ohh goody! Another bitch to play with and soon maybe I can even have a harem!”

Sticking her tongue out in mockery, Corpse Collector switched the functions of her Death Penalty and soon began firing mercilessly at Smitten Kitten above her, not caring if some of the bullets hit her own spawned Dissolutions. When she realized that she was getting dangerously close to Arms Slave’s clutches, she twisted around and hacked the damage output of her gun.

With a twisted smirk, she broke off the chain with a single bullet, skidding on the ground before eventually picking herself up.

“Nice one Mr. Slave! Really cool what you did there! Mind if I fill you full of holes now?”

With that same airy giggle, Corpse Collector charged forward in a bloodlust, firing off her gun in a deranged fury. Now it became increasingly clear. Corpse Collector did have a fighting style, though it was one no player had ever implemented before. They way she moved and attacked…she was fighting just like one of the Dissolution NPCs.

She was acting on pure instinct alone.

[i]"I don't know how you snuck up on me, but good job. Not many Assassins that are good enough to get the drop on me. Any particular reason you did that? I'm curious."[/i]

[b]“Oh? An Assasin?”[/b]

 Near the raging battle ground, the Blue King would witness a strange even occurring right before his eyes. The air itself seemed to twist and distort as a humanoid figure seemed to casually stepped out of what appeared to be a silver void of nothingness.

The [url= http://33.media.tumblr.com/1871f516f563a408531524d0e459afce/tumblr_n3z35mrB8c1sn5q4io1_400.png]figure[/url] wore a mask concealing his face while white hair messily cropped out from his head. A long, dark cloak clung onto his body and golden orbs were seen as slits from beneath the eye holes of his mask.

[b]“Is that what you called me, Gleeful Jackal? An Assasin? What do you take me for…a player?[/b]

The status above the mystery man’s head read one thing clear for the Blue King to see: [b]Enemy NPC[/b].